I have at last decided to reveal some pictures of my garden. My reticence has stemmed from the fact that I have been too lazy to take pictures of it, and also because I didn’t feel it was very picture-worthy. My gardens in the past have been something to be proud of. Now my pride tells me – “don’t bother showing anyone your garden”.
But this post is just to show you that there are seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall, surely, but also seasons in our lives. Time was I cared for a giant garden from the tiny seedlings in the greenhouse to the shelves lined with jewel-toned preserves, every step requiring much time and providing much satisfaction and personal pride in a job well done.
But this post is just to show you that there are seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall, surely, but also seasons in our lives. Time was I cared for a giant garden from the tiny seedlings in the greenhouse to the shelves lined with jewel-toned preserves, every step requiring much time and providing much satisfaction and personal pride in a job well done.
Now I am growing other things – babies, mainly! 🙂 And I realized finally this year that my struggle to have even a tiny little garden each year was not worth it. It is not the season. Someday, when I have willing little hands that can discern a weed from a carrot top, when my babies are old enough to join and actually assist me, I will till my soil again.
Meanwhile, I do enjoy these Zinnias that I managed to get in the ground this Spring, and I am awfully proud of the morning glories I seeded myself that made it all the way to the top of the wrought iron trellis my mother gave me at my bridal shower the year I was married. I harvested about 4 zucchinis before the plants succumbed to a blight, but the resident gopher got my broccoli months ago. I’m grateful for all the local Amish farm stands where I can get fresh produce cheaply.
Anneke was over the other day giving me a hand, and she gets the credit for these photos! One of the pictures she took from the branches of our Ash tree – in that third photo you can see the strawberry plants in my one bed that my mother planted for me. Half of what you can call garden on our little lot is thanks to my mother and Anneke, who have been known to stop in and plant something for me, or weed my walk while I’m out. Thanks, you two! 🙂
Zinnias are always good!
I love the gardens…it reminds me of my grandmother’s gardens when I was little.
The morning glories are very pretty, and such a pretty and lasting gift!I understand all about your seasons. I planted.. just haven’t weeded lol. We did get enough for fresh veggies with most dinners but the damage by the slugs and beetles paired with my lack of attention was awful. Could I talk you into sharing J.’s pictures from the dedication?
ahh, don’t I wish!!! But my midwife assures me that we would know by now. Maybe next time! 🙂
I thought you were dropping a twins hint.
Polly – I didn’t transfer my ticker when I redecorated the blog, but in case anyone has missed it, I’m due with our second at the end of November! 🙂
Lovely pictures Anneke!!! And your gardens look very beautiful Trina!!
I don’t think this has been a good year for gardening (at least down here it hasn’t). For instance, I planted 8 summer squash plants, which would normally overrun a person with squash, right? 😀 But we only got maybe twelve squash off of them before the squash vine borers got to them. 🙁 I’m thinking those were expensive squash!
Did you say “babies?” As in plural?