Gardening is Therapy

I LOVE gardening or the results of playing in my yard with flowers!

I began gardening while living in a new house where there were no trees and ABUNDANT sun. I could grow anything. Then we moved to a house that had mature trees–all shade–and a dog pen smack dab in the middle of the yard. (This was called the focal point I guess.) Well, many months later, we demolished that and I started to create my perennial gardens. My husband rototilled the entire back edge of our property to facilitate my dream. There were many nights when my mother and mother-in-law would sit on logs with flashlights and guide me with my many plantings.

This garden is now mature and a lot of changes have taken place. I discovered that sometimes shade is so dense that I can’t get anything to grow, so…my husband build a little log cabin for tools. Then came the night I came home from work and my husband said that I had more garden space because our 50-foot blue spruce was on the neighbor’s roof. Oh boy, more room for flowers.

Then another tree split and had to come down, making room for a small fish pond!

Years of planting and planting and I’m at the point now that I would love to start over. My beautiful perennial garden seems to be full of daisies, the big orange kind, flocks, and millions of ferns. I truly believe that you remove one fern and then replace that one.

I can be tired, or bored…but when I go outside to play in the garden I get energy. I especially love to have a supply of new plants, that I can set and stage.

It takes my husband 20 minutes to mow our yard as it is almost all perennial gardens now.

This year I need to remove at least one thousand ferns to make way for the many perennials that I am sure are being smothered. Gardening…weed, dig, plant, pull, weed, dig, plant, pull, pull, pull.

Does anyone need some ferns? See me in May…

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