The "at home" son is Nich. He has planted his own gardens too. He planted everywhere he has lived. Perhaps it is because we always had gardens and picked wild food. I remember one of our "botany walks". As we were driving home after walking the sides of roads and finding wonderful hops vines, we found all these beautiful apples that must have rolled off a truck. What fun!
We often drove out of town with our shovels and brought wildflowers back to plant in our yard. I even had Lady Slippers under a pine and Jack in the Pulpits in the compost heap.
This year we got a pile of seeds from a couple who went back to China after their work visas were finished. We didn't want to plant them near the heirlooms in case they might ruin our reproducible seeds. He made them their own garden. We have some seeds that have no English on the packets. One of them looks like dandelion greens. I wonder if Chinese dandelions are less bitter.
