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Bloom Where You Are Planted/Exiled: Part 1

I do not have a green thumb.  I really wish I did. I am in love with the idea of gardening, but seem to lack the knack. Actually, I think I fear gardening. The perfectionist in me often resists the notion entirely because I fear that (from experience with a couple of house plants) it… Read More Bloom Where You Are Planted/Exiled: Part 1

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Springtime In Her Spirit

 We’ve only been home for 4 days, and there are still suitcases and Rubbermaid containers exploding throughout the house, (it’s mostly MY stuff) but my little gardener, and lover of all things spring, has found the time and resources to start her seeds for the season, and label them with a very cute flair, I… Read More Springtime In Her Spirit

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Taming of the Shrew

shrew noun [C] OLD-FASHIONED DISAPPROVING an unpleasant woman who is angry and easily annoyed That was what I was close to becoming after borrowing a tiller, raking some manure-enhanced soil into the ground, buying and carefully planting lots of vegetable starts, and erecting the garden fence, only to find a few days later that everything… Read More Taming of the Shrew

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A Couple of Cute Garden Helpers

Well, we finally borrowed our friend’s tiller and prepared the garden for planting again this year. I think it is safe to say that we got almost NOTHING from our garden last summer. Lots of rain plus hardly any sunshine made for a not-so-good gardening year. Plus, the critters kept getting in and eating things… Read More A Couple of Cute Garden Helpers

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News From the Pumpkin Patch

I didn’t even remember planting pumpkins in the spring, but a few weeks back I noticed an unfamiliar plant growing up into the tomatoes. It was near the squash, so I thought it was some sort of mutant zucchini – round and light green. Later it became dark green and took on a more familiar… Read More News From the Pumpkin Patch

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My Humble Garden – His Meaning Therein

In those beautiful days of spring and summer, James would lead his daughter to a little arbour from whence could be heard the morning song of the feathered tribes, and from whence could be seen the whole of the garden, enamelled with flowers and sparkling with dew – – the range of vision taking in… Read More My Humble Garden – His Meaning Therein