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.
While my mother allowed me to make mud pies, she planted anything she could get her hands on. The amazing thing was the small scale she planted on that gave such big rewards but most of all memories. Imagine a garden only 10 feet long and 18" wide that looked so large to me then, planted up with cucmbers, tomatoes,peppers,broccoli & lettuce one year and shrubs,perennial & annuals the next.
Now that I have what I believe to be a small piece of ground what she would\'ve done with it?
Deciding that a garden would definitely be something I wanted I started planting. Not planning.. as mud pies were not something you planned. So I started with names of plants that meant something to me. Salvia Maynight...My father born in the month of May...I met my husband in the month of May at night. Achillea King Edward.. My father's name "Edward" who I thought was a king. The list goes on.
When my mother told me of how she always wanted blueberries and that finally one year my father bought her 3 little tiny plants. It took about 3 years for them to get where they would start fianlly producing blueberries ... ..She had to move from that house with her tiny little plot. The blueberries went in my tiny little plot.
It's been almost 10 years in this garden. Here I sit and watch the butterflies flutter between the flowers . The hummingbird sip sugar water from the feeder (sugar..something my father was deprived due to diabetes)The fish swimming around in my small garden pond. The birds stealing the blueberries,just waiting for the day my new grandaughter will be making mud pies. Whose name by the way I will be spelling out with white impatients in the garden this year. "Fiona" This I planned!