I am not sure what it is exactly that appeals to me about gardening. I just know that time seems to be suspended when I am tending to the yard. Perhaps it is in my blood.
Some of my earliest memories are ones in which I followed
my great aunt and grandparents around the yard,
them naming and pointing out the different flowers and plants.
As I water, weed, feed and prune I feel serenity.
Go ahead and tease me, since gardening isn't typically a hobby for someone my age...or is it?
One thing I know for sure, I adore the blooms that come season after season.
