Although these pages tell my story, let's talk about our world today.


- if you have to go out, wear a mask, keep your distance (the length of a hockey stick, actually) and wash your hands often.

It's hard - we're not used to being told to stay home.. but every day you do, you may save yourself or someone you love from getting the may never know.

But, guess what?

One thing that won't be cancelled

is gardening. 

If you want to grow vegetables easily, 

click here:  (

- because Steve and Emma Biggs have it covered. Young Emma grows BIG tomatoes;  so can you.  

Stay strong; be patient - we are in this together and we'll come through it - in the meantime, keep GARDENING !!.

        Let's get started -        

Personally, I still don't like getting my hands dirty (I wear gloves) and never thought of myself a me, "garden design" meant re-arranging pots of flowers on the deck.

But along the way, life threw some speed-bumps my way, so I started digging in the dirt; just enough to keep my soul together and then, the gardening bug bit me - hard -

...and here I am.

If my story's too long, and you're anxious to get started, look below for some links that might help.

My journey starts with flower pots and evolves to flower beds; dirty hands to love of gardening, so come along and see what I learned.

I made lots of mistakes, had a lot of successes and more than a few “aha” moments along the way.

So click the links below that pique your interest...









... and more.  

Bring your tea, coffee or your favourite drink and let's begin...

Why garden?

Because gardening is proof that hope and faith are still alive.

When you planted a dry little seed into a bit of dirt, didn't you just KNOW it would grow and blossom into something divine? Of course you did. Me too.

And, gardening is good for us.

That wasn't my thinking when I started .. but somehow the combination of dirt, water and sun was a magical formula that always seemed to wrestle a miracle from a wee little seed.

As a single mom with two (fabulous) children, I didn't have much time for digging and planting things.

Our spring outings consisted of racing off to the greenhouse, piling pretty annuals into my convertible and hauling them home.

Then, all I had to do was plop them in pots, arrange them on the verandah or walkway and

...Voila - instant garden.

... I still hate getting dirt under my each Spring I treat myself to a few pairs of gloves in delicious colours, like lavender, blue or peach. With rubber- like palms and fingers and a nice cool mesh on the upper... they are thin enough to pick up a tiny seedling, or protect me from sharp thorns. 

I wash them often - besides, who wants to put on wet, dirty or gritty gloves? 

And if an offer of a little help comes along, I can offer a clean pair of gloves... .

But back to my garden journey. day,

the wind blew a big old tree onto my dismal backyard. After it was all cleared away, and the cost to remove the stump, was too huge - I made the best of it and stuck a pot on top and made a bed around it.

 I dug more holes in the mound and plopped in a few annuals - that's what DESIGN is, right?

It was a great, healthy way to heal some life problems  and add a little faith into the bigger scheme of things.

It wasn't long before I was carving curvy beds along the fence and filling them with daisies from the side of the road, the farmer's market or wild phlox I found along the railroad track. I haunted yard and garden-club sales and began asking questions. A lot of questions.

Then I thought a Rose Garden would be nice.  

But that's a story you can see if you click here..ROSES

I brought home more plants so I had to make the beds bigger, meaning less grass and more gardens.

I poured heart and soul (and dollars) into my garden and got to be a bit cocky the 3rd summer, I was easily persuaded to enter in our city's Communities in Bloom Garden-contest....

I came in third.... (goodie for me)... 

I was addicted to plants and before the next competition,along with some hired muscle, I dug up the patchy grass under the huge Maple tree in front of my house and planted Hostas my neighbour gave me.

Click here:  Grass-to Garden .to see how that went.

By this time I was gardening like a madwoman and all I wanted was more flowers. Each spring, it was a giddy challenge to choose the colours when the greenhouses were full of 50 shades of the same (look here for some tips that worked for me)colour. 

Soon my life was healing and the sad little yard became lush.

The following year  I entered the competition again ...

and WON FIRST...ooh la la...

So if I can do it, so can you.

Follow me to see what worked and what didn't....shortcuts, successes and failures but I am still learning to work with Mother Nature.

Questions? Comments?