I grew up with plants. Whether it was a houseplant or garden plant, my mom had it. I remember when I was about 12, it was fall and the flowers had died. I thought I was going to help my mom with the gardening so I cut those babies down to the ground. My mom happened to walk outside when I was 2/3 of the way finished. She screamed! What are you doing???? I cried because she was upset and I thought I was helping her. I told her I thought they needed to be cut back and I would save you some time. She never said a word again about it but I broke her heart. From that point forward, I never touched her plants again.
Years later, it was my turn for a family. I had not gardened in all those years. I won't lie, I hated weeding the vegetable garden so I was never in any hurry to start my own flower gardens. I had kids, not much time to garden. In every house I've lived in I've tried to plant something. My husband or the kids killed it so I quit. About 5 years ago I decided it was time to put some effort into the gardening since I could grow a tomato in december in the snow. We moved.
Last year, I had nothing to start a garden with but I needed an outlet. Sure, I've had a vegetable garden for as long as I can remember but honestly, for me, veggies are easy peasy. Not much of a challenge. Plus, the bulk of it doesn't flower long enough (with good reason, lol) for me. I joined a couple of swaps and from there, I haven't quit. Doubt I ever will until my body says no more.
In short, my mom started my passion and my new garden friends have helped me to continue that passion.
