Life in this time of COVID, can be hard right now...
but no matter what else is cancelled,
gardening is not.
Stay home as much as you can.
Wear your mask and wash your hands.
In the meantime, plan your garden,
plant some seeds and keep dreaming.
The sun always rises
and we always feel better in the garden.
We're in this together
and we'll come through it
AND... HOW I GOT HERE:
I don't like getting my hands dirty (I wear gloves) and never really thought of myself as a gardener....for me, "garden design" was re-arranging pots of flowers on the deck.
But along the way, life threw me some speed-bumps, so I started digging in the dirt; just enough to keep heart and 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.
I started with containers and pots of flowers and then made some flower beds; from dirty knees to a love of gardening; join me and see what I learned.
I made lots of mistakes, had some successes and even a few “aha” moments along the way.
So click the links below that pique your interest...or read below them for my story.
Bring your tea, coffee or your favourite drink and let's begin...
Because gardening proves that hope and faith are still alive.
When you planted that dry little seed in a bit of dirt, didn't you just KNOW it would grow and blossom into something divine?
Of course you did. So did I.
Gardening is good for us.
It 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 those little seeds.
As a single mom with two (fabulous) children, I didn't have much time for digging and planting flowers.
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 nails...so 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.
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.
the wind blew a big old tree onto my sad little yard and it was all cleared away, the cost to remove the stump, was too huge - so I stuck a pot on top; threw some soil around it and planted some flowers.
It turned out to be healthy way to heal some life problems and add a little faith into the bigger scheme of things.
Soon I was carving curvy beds along the fence and filling them with daisies from the side of the road, the farmer's market and the wild phlox I found along the railroad track. I haunted yard and garden-club sales and began asking 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
The more plants I brought home the bigger I had to make the beds; meaning less grass and more gardens.
I poured heart, soul (and dollars) into my garden and got to be a bit cocky ..so 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 flowers 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 plants. Each spring, it was a giddy challenge to choose colours when the greenhouses were full of 50 shades of the same (look here for some tips that worked for me) colour.
Soon life was healing and the sad little yard was becoming a garden.
The following year I entered the competition again...
and WON FIRST...ooh la la.
And if I can do it, so can you.
Follow me to see what worked and what didn't...shortcuts, successes and failures.
Oh, if you want to grow vegetables instead of flowers,
click here: (stevenbiggs.ca)
- because Steve and Emma Biggs have it covered. Young Emma grows BIG tomatoes; so can you.