A Spot of T

Woops… It’s quite a mess. You may think these pictures look good, but for all the work I’ve done and the many years I’ve been at it [gardening], it’s pretty crappy. Plus, I’m only showing the best. After working like a dog these past two weekends, then examining my progress, I have finally come to the conclusion that maybe gardening just isn’t for me. My only question is, what took me so long to finally come to this realization? Maybe I should just give up and keep it tres simple. Maybe I should blame it on our parents? Neither one of us had a single parent who kept a garden… maybe a few pots, but that was it. It’s not like we had any family knowledge to build upon. I’ve picked strangers brains, bought numerous gardening books, attended local gardening shows, scoured the internet for information, and I still pull out perfectly good perenials, plant flower beds that look like crap and sometimes die, and forget the names of all my plants.

Every spring I get all excited and inspired… I buy too many plants, plant more seeds than I can take care of, and by mid July, I’ve lost interest. Four homes over 23 odd years, and I’m not much further ahead. I had some pretty nice perenial gardens going in at the house we lived in before we moved to ontario… but it took 12 years to get to that point. And hubby had a huge rassberry patch and nice plantings around the brook. Then we moved.

My best gardens were in St. Thomas Ontario. That house and garden area was sweet. What a great climate for gardening. Then we moved again back east to our current home and it’s been down hill ever since.

This is a small part of what I’ve been up to, but don’t get overly excited… Like I said, I picked the best to show:

Oh - and if you’re wondering how we’re making out painting the adorondak chairs - don’t ask.

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