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Created on: August 22, 2008 Last Updated: October 31, 2008
The need for gardening is very strong in me. We have all heard the phrase green thumb. I know that my green thumb goes all the way to my elbow. The last few years my only link to any kind of a garden has been my house plants. Even my house garden has gone from about one hundred different plants down to thee or for plants.
This year was different. I did get a spot to grow a small garden out side in the fresh air, the wind, the rain, the sun, the heat and what ever else drives my green elbow. All I know is that my garden is my sanctuary
I have thoroughly enjoyed assembling a combination of wild weeds plants and flowers as well as watching them grow. When I started the garden, it was a spot that was over grown by weeds and wild flowers, because the terrain was to easy to cut. This is what convinced me to only take out what was needed to place a few plants and flowers.
I'm thinking this came about because the lack of plants growing around me and the lack of garden space for the last few years. I planted all I could squeeze in trying hard not to disturb my all read naturally placed wild flowers and some that could be called weeds.
This worked so well my zinnias stand five feet, my forgetmenots, five feet plus, casa bean plants heading for ten feet. As well as the morninglorys that are mesmerizing to me, the wild grapes, the catnip, the wild berries, the sumac and many more.
Some one could call my garden out of control, but it is so beautiful that I just have a hard time to pull the so called weeds. If it is; out of control to some people my nine year old granddaughter would be one of them. She didn't know walking into my garden would be a painful mistake. Well it didn't take the stinging nettles long to tell her she was not to be there. I do believe that was her first experience with stinging nettles. Later after the crying was all done and the pain gone, she ask me. Why I would put such a plant in the my garden. I didn't have a good reply. I did reply; that they were there to keep people out of the garden and that it seemed to work well. She sill wanted me to pull them out.
Every time I go to the garden with the intent to pull some weeds it is not long before pulling weeds turns in to an attempt at thinning. My weeds are growing with there little tiny flowers right beside my plated flowers and other plants. Just as proud to be there as any plant or flower that I have added to my garden. Far to pretty to totally eliminate.
I am also one of the people that could would say my garden is out of control. With the desire to let a little bit of every thing grow it is very hard to determine when or if I will ever really control my garden. I am hoping next year to double the size of my garden. The plan is that more room will give me more control.
O ya I must not forget to tell you about the butter flys. Lots of them to see fluttering and flying from flower to flower, large ones, small ones and some in-between.
The humming birds, Amazing to see.
the bees many bees flying all over what a wonderful sit to see.
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