I’ve written before about starting flowers from seeds, something I tried for the first time this year.
It’s provided a new dimension to my gardening, and I’m hooked.
I love all my gardens, especially the 40-foot stretch along the front picket fence. This used to be only sand and crabgrass, but is becoming a respectable perennial garden after several years of effort.
Still, my favorite is the container garden on the little deck off the kitchen. The beautiful, bright colors; the fragrance of the nasturtiums and petunias; and now the asters, which start as white buds and turn into purple and pink flowers, create a cheerful, summery mood.
I’ve always liked container gardening; it’s easy to plan and maintain, and more foolproof than larger areas, where there are greater variances in light and more vulnerabilities to pests.
Gardening seems to have become an old-fashioned hobby mostly for seniors, but I’d like to pass it on to my grands. This week, the arborists did a tremendous amount of work taming their yard, and I’m hoping that they opened up enough light, and removed enough detritus, to allow the planting of at least one garden next spring.
Meanwhile, I have some work to do on their little rock garden in the front yard, which simply did not have enough color this summer.
Still, we lucked out with the reddish pink petunias that I put in a little late, but which have done pretty well in the window boxes and look like they’ll last till fall.