Despite my mother's attempts to teach me to appreciate the magic of planting seeds, I'm only becoming a gardener slowly. I've experienced the beauty of flowers blooming outside my back door and the joy of picking tasty tomatoes from vines in my own yard, but I'm still reluctant to garden. Don't get me wrong. I... Continue Reading →
The Magic of Gardening: Mom’s Lesson Takes Root
I don't think of my mother as a gardener. To me, she is a planter. The house I grew up in started with an acre of bare dirt on a steep hillside, but Mom changed all that. For years, she bought bare root bushes and trees and planted them everywhere. Our neighbors used to tease... Continue Reading →
