When I was growing up my mother used to say, “You can help clean the inside of the house or pull weeds in the backyard.” I always pulled the weeds. I tended a small area of dirt by a chain link fence, clearing it of rocks and weeds. The definition of a weed is: any wild plant growing where it is not wanted. In those days I left the weeds that had lavender flowers. This was my first introduction to gardening.
I taught school for many years, and because of my love for gardening, besides nurturing my students I nurtured plants. House plants and potted containers for the porch eventually led to clearing grassy areas and planting gardens.
I garden from the heart. I love: digging, planting, watering, pruning, hauling weeds, and getting dirty. Gardening has taught me patience and it has taught me to have a sense of wonder, seeing beauty in all of nature. I garden because it feeds my soul; working in the garden calms me; the fresh air, the warmth of the sun on my face, morning birdsong, observing what plants need me most that day; all of these things bring me joy.
The photographs on my blog have all been taken by me, in my gardens. I have lived in 6 different states, my favorites being Connecticut and now North Carolina. In Connecticut the gardens started out small but eventually grew after living there for 22 years. Now, in North Carolina I am starting all over again, creating gardens. I hope you will join me on my journey.