Grateful Daughter

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.

They owned Homestead Orchard. the best apple orchard in McHenry County Illinois.  My children all got to see and taste fresh apples off the vine. Even tho they are grown I am sure they will never forget the taste of homade apple crunch and apple cider.They are retired now someone else owns my dad's well loved apple trees, so now it is my turn. I have planted 2 apple trees, 1 peach, and a cherry tree.And I am just getting started.  Thank goodness for birthdays maybe I will get a gift certificate for plants.

Cabin Fever

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.