This is My Garden

To help celebrate National Garden Month 2006, we've invited our visitors to share their garden tales with us. We hope you'll find inspiration in their stories and appreciate the pride of your fellow gardeners.


A Precious Heirloom - Judy R.

When I grew up, I was blessed with a father and grandfather who loved to plant vegetable gardens. Of course, I ended up caring for the family garden when my father was out of town but that was enough to plant the seed of gardening in my heart.

After my father passed away a few years ago, I decided to take charge of my life and purchased a house on my own. The front and back yards were bare and frightening but that only represented a formidable challenge for my gardening soul. Armed with an axe and a shovel, I started in the back yard where overgrown and scraggly bushes were an insult to the eyes. I dedicated a new prominent rose bed to my grandmother since her hybrid teas were her pride and joy. Lilacs, rose of sharon, pine trees, apple trees, and Japanese maples slowly mushroomed across the terrain. Sprinkles of black-eyed Susans, lavender, echinaceas, foxgloves, phlox, scabiosa set a heavenly tone, smiled in the sun and whispered secretly to the wind.

Every second of precious daylight time was spent sculpting, digging and sweating over every inch of earth. Every day, I get to marvel at the plethora of scents and textures that Mother Nature gifts me with month after month. Every spring, summer and fall, an evolving explosion of bright colours attracts neighbours and the like who marvel at the serenity, beauty and harmony of such an endeavour.

As a result of this ongoing love affair, Redwood Avenue residents have themselves decided to give gardening a try. They drop by my home, ask for advice and usually get a piece of my garden when season is permitting. It is quite comforting to know that my garden does not have any boundaries and has inspired and touched a once cold and uncaring community.

Grandmamma would be proud of me.




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