A garden should be in a constant state of fluid change, expansion, experiment, adventure; above all it should be an inquisitive, loving, but self-critical journey on the part of its owner.
H. E. Bates
And so it began yesterday, down the rabbit hole, into the secret world of gardeners
Fellow gardeners I have not seen since last year, new garderners I have met, all came by to scoop up some of peapod's dahilas. Everyone alive with excitement and plans.
First over was peapod, yes a chinese gardener that I now call peapod, because all she talks about are peas. Her passion is peas.
She talks about peas like she just won the lottery In my travels she asks that I keep an eye out for bamboo poles...I make a notation in my book...than we walk around my garden sipping green tea, stopping at each plant to discuss its merits or not. She admires my new gum boots. I show her the necessary accessory needed for gum boots, my new pitchfork....awesome 8)
This proceeds until almost lunch time, a steady stream of old and new gardening friends...groundhogs all awake now and ready to rock and roll.
Hammie comes by to dig up some plants. She has brought us lunch, we lay in the sun eating strange bread from the iranian grocery. The bread has our interest, hammie has ripped it into pieces, and we hold it up to the light, it is paper thin, like silk, before we roll each piece up to plunge into the array of dips she has brought. We examine each piece of the silk (the bread) we turn it over and make it flutter...we see things in the bread, and no we are not doing any drugs.
I decided to show hammie a neighbourhood garden. A portuguese couple. Now portuguese people are excellent gardeners, and this garden is outstanding. On our way to the said portuguese garden, where I know our visit will be cause for a nice plate of food, we see something very interesting.
A yard we pass...we approach..we stop..we discuss what we see...than we decide we must investigate. In this yard someone has created an array of inuksuk, like those rock piles the inuit make. Upon examination we are amazed at their creation. Hammie being a tall drink of water, is able to look down at them, and begins to ramble on about gravity. The owner of the garden appears, and tell us the story of her husbands obession. No matter where they go, he watches for that "special rock" he can look at a rock and know immediately that it will balance nicely in his creation. We are detained here for awhile, as these garderners are very interesting
As we continue along, I must answer all hammies questions, about what this plant is, where you have to plant it, what it likes and what it does not like. The day is hot, like a summer day so we amble alot. I conclude as hammie leaves that yes, I think I will take hammie fishing with me.
All day a procession of excited groundhogs pay me a visit, as I try to get my own work done in my garden 8O Awesome, my compost pile is steaming, things are cooking there.
So ehm...come on lets hear about your garden :wink:
H. E. Bates
And so it began yesterday, down the rabbit hole, into the secret world of gardeners
Fellow gardeners I have not seen since last year, new garderners I have met, all came by to scoop up some of peapod's dahilas. Everyone alive with excitement and plans.First over was peapod, yes a chinese gardener that I now call peapod, because all she talks about are peas. Her passion is peas.
She talks about peas like she just won the lottery
In my travels she asks that I keep an eye out for bamboo poles...I make a notation in my book...than we walk around my garden sipping green tea, stopping at each plant to discuss its merits or not. She admires my new gum boots. I show her the necessary accessory needed for gum boots, my new pitchfork....awesome 8) This proceeds until almost lunch time, a steady stream of old and new gardening friends...groundhogs all awake now and ready to rock and roll.
Hammie comes by to dig up some plants. She has brought us lunch, we lay in the sun eating strange bread from the iranian grocery. The bread has our interest, hammie has ripped it into pieces, and we hold it up to the light, it is paper thin, like silk, before we roll each piece up to plunge into the array of dips she has brought. We examine each piece of the silk (the bread) we turn it over and make it flutter...we see things in the bread, and no we are not doing any drugs.
I decided to show hammie a neighbourhood garden. A portuguese couple. Now portuguese people are excellent gardeners, and this garden is outstanding. On our way to the said portuguese garden, where I know our visit will be cause for a nice plate of food, we see something very interesting.
A yard we pass...we approach..we stop..we discuss what we see...than we decide we must investigate. In this yard someone has created an array of inuksuk, like those rock piles the inuit make. Upon examination we are amazed at their creation. Hammie being a tall drink of water, is able to look down at them, and begins to ramble on about gravity. The owner of the garden appears, and tell us the story of her husbands obession. No matter where they go, he watches for that "special rock" he can look at a rock and know immediately that it will balance nicely in his creation. We are detained here for awhile, as these garderners are very interesting
As we continue along, I must answer all hammies questions, about what this plant is, where you have to plant it, what it likes and what it does not like. The day is hot, like a summer day so we amble alot.
I conclude as hammie leaves that yes, I think I will take hammie fishing with me.All day a procession of excited groundhogs pay me a visit, as I try to get my own work done in my garden 8O Awesome, my compost pile is steaming, things are cooking there.
So ehm...come on lets hear about your garden :wink:
