I was living in Potsdam, NY, when I was 2 and 3 years old. An old patch of raspberry colored peonies grew in the front yard of our little rented house. When they bloomed I thought I had gone to heaven. My Mom said I could pick them when they were all in full bloom - the next time. Well, that didn't happen until June 21st, 1954, the day my sister was born; I picked some flowers and I got spanked by my Dad . . . The old folks who lived next door to us has a huge Victorian house with a huge lawn and flowerbeds flanking the whole length of that lawn; I just loved looking at (and picking) those beautiful flowers. The neighbors gave me a coffee can planted with a few tulip bulbs in the Spring of 1955; my Dad had just graduated from Clarkson College of Engineering that June and we were moving to California - well, I had to give up those tulips before they could even bloom . . . In California we bought a little concrete block house in Woodland Hills - a beautiful green valley, except we lived on the barren, wind-swept, desert road of Buena Ventura Street -- nothing grew in our yard. I lusted after the flowers that grew in yards on other streets . . . One day a neighbor gave me few cuttings of vining geraniums; I planted them in the dry strip that ran along our driveway with the concrete block retaining wall; they took off and completely covered that ugly wall; it was beautiful, but then we moved to New Mexico to a rental unit with grass and a chain link fence. It was my job to hand cut the grass that grew along the fence line . . . not fun at all, but I still did admire the flowers that bloomed in other peoples' yards . . . When I realized that folks frequently moved away from their rental units, I decided to be ready with my wagon and spoon to dig up their plants and tow them home - of course, the timing was never right, so the plants usually died . . . A few years later we were living in a small, 2nd floor apartment in NJ with a common lawn area, but no garden area. I saved the flowering lilies from church that Spring and planted them beneath our kitchen window which was facing the rear parking area of the complex; I attached a garden hose to the kitchen sink in order to water them down there at ground level. Well, they were just getting ready to bloom in mid August when the groundskeeper came by and mowed them all down. Finally, I got married, moved to Colorado, bought a new house with the largest lot in the neighborhood; wow; I was going to have a real garden, and I was never, ever going to move away. Well, the whole lot was composed of alkaline, salty, blow sand and produced lots of Russian thistle. After battling the weeds for 3 or 4 years I was able to plant things: trees, shrubs, flowers, vegetables. Well, most of the junipers grew all right; the fruit trees died of fire blight, canker, and borers, the vegetables were deformed and produced nothing; the Norwegian sweet cherry trees died from deep frost; the 35' blue spruce blew down in the Spring wind; the flowering perennials just disappeared every winter and never came back; but I did manage to grow the most beautiful Kentucky Coffee trees, and two children. Of course, the children have no interest in gardening. This year I hope to see blooming clematis plants which I planted last Summer. So, I am always looking for hearty plants to fill this large yard of 41 years.