Tuesday, January 29, 2013
My mom is the most amazing gardener ever. Okay...maybe my Opa was (if I could show you a photo I would, it was like a delightful secret garden filled with fruit trees and hundreds of varietals of plants and a sweet little playhouse that he built for my mom when she was little). My mom is a close second though. This is right outside my parents' kitchen window.
I am an amazing gardener in my head. In truth, I can never seem to find the time. And just to be clear when I say "gardening" I'm not referring to lawn mowing and leaf blowing (the latter of which I have absolutely no use for by the way. Maybe if I lived on the East Coast and needed a gust of gaseous air to move the monster pile of tree droppings blocking way out the door in the fall...otherwise for goodness sake, use a broom)! Sorry for the mini-rant. It happens here on occasion. No, I am talking about knowing where exactly to prune a rose, keeping time with watering schedules, pulling nasty little weeds and keeping the snail population in check. It is a lot of work. But it's actually the kind of work, that when I do it, I find it therapeutic. Before I had Mila, I would go out in the early evenings with a glass of white wine and spend time in the garden, nursing my plants, plotting out where to dig holes for new ones and relishing in the solitude (not in front of the laptop). Kids have a habit of re-arranging priorities. But, one of my New Year's resolutions was making time for my yard. So I'm going to give it a shot. I'll let you know how it goes!
Cute garden markers and gold and terra cotta pots.