|Diana watches over my garden|
In Brazil my gardening is extremely limited…we live in an apartment and our “back forty” is confined to a small balcony. That is most manageable. Our Brazilian garden consists of well-behaved potted plants that need only water and an occasional bit of fertilizer. But in Seattle, although my urban lot is less than 5000 square feet, it requires an extraordinary amount of maintenance. When my traveling scientist husband is around he takes the biggest load – spraying the roses and the fruit trees in the dormant season, mowing the tiny lawn twice a week in spring, weeding the beds and planting the spring peas and greens and later, the tomatoes and beans and carrots and peppers. My role is quite civilized…filling the myriad pots on the patio and front steps with perennial herbs, sedums, geraniums and continuous blooming petunias, pruning the roses and deadheading the flower beds as they bloom. Here and there I find new interesting (ideally native) plants and dig around happily for a short time while I plant them. But I am far from hardcore…I just I play around the edges. I would like to be more of a real gardener. I am constantly thinking about new plants I could add to our garden and new beds I could create.
|My Trusty Rubber Boots|