She swore she'd suck me into gardening, and I did resist as long as I could. Then one day, she showed up at my house with two extra cherry tomato plants, begging me to give them a home. "Put them in the compost bin!" I suggested; but she wasn't having any of that noise. She wanted them loved and cared for, and as much as I did NOT want a garden, I thought, fine, how hard could it be to just dig a couple of holes? Famous last words, as they say.
At first I tried hard to only keep my gardening to the useful plants - vegetables, medicinal herbs, herbs for tea, bushes and things that would yield stakes and stalks I could recycle and use in the garden. I decided right away that it would only be organic gardening for me. Useful. Practical. Economical. Safe. Earth-friendly.
Yeah, that lasted. At least, the last part did. I held out for many years before I succumbed to *pink* flowers, but it was only a year before flowers in general started creeping in. It started with the strawberry plants, I believe.
After all...isn't beauty useful? Of course it is. If not beauty, then what else? Whole worlds opened up before me.
Sadly, I have very few pictures left of those first years, which happened before instant-mobile-phone-uploads and online sync-able photo galleries. Most of my gardens for years were in containers, because I was a renter.
It wasn't until I bought my house in 2004 that I could really tear up the ground and just go nuts the way I'd always wanted to. And I did...right up until 2010, and you know the rest.
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