Monday is my birthday. The older I get the more grateful I am for the things you can not buy at any store. My parents taught me how to garden. My mom especially loved flowers. She started most of her flowers from seed. Her roses were breath taking and smelled like heaven. There isn't any flowers she can't grow.
My Dad grew and took care of 100's of apple trees. I am now learning all his secrets to the best Jonathan and Golden Delicious I have ever eaten.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
This Blogging is a new experience for me. I love to garden, always have, always will. When I die I want to spend my eternity gardening.Everyone says "you have such a green thumb, I kill all my plant". Honestly it's not all that hard.Some common sense, good black dirt and manure, lots of manure, is all you need.As the seed catalogs roll in I am going through my pictures waiting for the first time I can actually get to work outside again.For now all I have is my Burpee books and pictures. I can not wait for the first strawberry to ripen and pray that the winter has not been too hard on my peach tree.