My parents loved to garden. We had shrubs for year round interest but annuals were their thing. Tons of them!
I got interested in gardening as soon as they put me outside. Everything they planted I pulled up! I was their "Home and Garden Wrecker"! Really that was one of their terms of endearment for me.
Later in life where ever I lived, I felt compelled to have plants around me as well as a kitty. When I got my own apartment, I had a balcony where I grew morning and moon glories. Seemed the neighborhood liked that and most homes started growing something on theirs as well. That was awesome.
I have a home now. Every year I invest in at least one perennial. I still have a kitty and added a dog.
