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nancybrady's picture
Oct.13.2010
...is the one that I don't have to weed!   Actually, my favorite garden was the first one I ever had when I was about six years old.  I grew musk-melons, AKA cantaloupes, and I checked their growth every day. I had one melon that seemingly grew over night to ripeness. It was only later (many...
gayle-davies-jandrey's picture
Oct.13.2010
The garden I love most is my own.  I say that without blushing because we humans are compelled to love the things we create.  I created the rock wall surrounding my garden, planted every perennial, caste the annual seeds and tucked each tomato plant and herb in between.  My garden resides in...
peggy-landsman's picture
Oct.13.2010
The Gardener She weeds, she clips,Mucks about,Natters on to her nasturtiums. Often careless, she connectsWith Feuerzauber, Traumerei,The thorns of Fragrant Cloud. Tending sexy calla lilies,She meddles with their bees.Anoints her skin with soil. When she bends,Her dark green skirtHugs her like a...
john-philipp's picture
Oct.13.2010
Walking through the farmers market last week, I remembered my own brave attempt at organic gardening. I had read a book titled “Homesteading on Five Acres” and got the bug. Owning a farm was the perfect counterpoint to my management-consulting job. Work with people weekdays and plants on weekends....
julie-kinyoun's picture
Oct.13.2010
The evolution of my garden surprises me. It started as an attempt to salvage plants that were abandoned by the previous owner of our condominium. A few of my mini trees looked like sticks protruding from pots as a result of months of heat-suffering drought and lack of fertilization. One bushy pal...
susan-roebuck's picture
Oct.13.2010
 OK, it's not a "garden" as such, but Madeira Island is called "The Garden of the Atlantic". And it really is. Throughout the year there is an abundance of flowers from exotic orchids to common-or-garden Morning Glory.They're what, you, the tourist comes to see.  The travel...
michael-houk's picture
Oct.13.2010
A garden is something I never had. I don't have one now, and I probably won't have one in the future. The reason for this pessimistic statement is because a small plot of dirt from which things grow is not my favorite subject to write about. It takes a lot of work to maintain and nurture a garden,...
sherrill-s-cannon's picture
Oct.13.2010
  MY QUIET GARDEN The drowsy time before I sleep is best: I seek the quiet garden in my mind Where love and hope, like flowers intertwined In fragile beauty, leave my heart refreshed. My dreams in bright profusion sweetly dressed, To make a garland of my thoughts, designed To give me peace and joy...
christina-easley's picture
Oct.13.2010
The family sat down to the table near the garden in this far away land.  The green vegetables that they ate were a lot like the roses that grew up the side of the house.  They were over grown and had out stretched their boundaries like a massive tree whose roots had destroyed the sidewalk.    The...
fran-johns's picture
Oct.13.2010
Professor Bullard should stick to his trellis roses, the town said. The garden was one thing, but there are rules that must not be broken. Rules about propriety, and decency, and, well, Family. The town held tight to its rules. Right now Avery Bullard is not thinking about rules. He is strolling...