A Little Bit About My Little Garden

There we were, alone, in the wilderness. It was either it or me. I had a garden to defend. It was going to be it.

In the end it was kind of both of us. (But I was the one left standing.)

Look at it this way: I would rather have poison ivy on my arms than in my garden.

Actually, at the time, I had no clue the roots I was pulling up were poison ivy. . . Let me rephrase that. I had the feeling the roots I was pulling up might be poison ivy, I just had more of a feeling that they weren't.

They were.

C'est la vie.

I have a little garden, as you may know. For the longest time only half of it was plants, the other half was a sort of patio (I'm flattering it.) made out of boards. I tolerated it for several years. Last year I wanted very much to get rid of it and this year, with the help of my beloved mother, I got rid of it. Now I have twice as much space to garden it. I am very excited about it. I have already planted three coral-bells in the new bed, and hope to plant many more plants.

(A little tip for if you are ever digging: don't think about landmines.)

One of my favorite things about gardening is when my Tiger comes to visit me. I don't know what it is about cats, but they love to come visit people in gardens. Tiger, quite honestly, would have rather I left the boards in, I believe. There is a little wall along part of my garden. Tiger very often sits on it and watches me working, or watches the little birds that land in the myrtle tree.

I love my garden, and when there is more green and growing, I'll post pictures.

Take care.