I have watched my mom work in her yard for 26 years trying to grow roses that never seem to work, daises taking over on the side of the house, dealing with beavers cutting down her trees, her dogs trampling a path through her beds and how she is able to grow sooo many chicks and hens.
When I finally got my own place I became interested in my own house plants due to limited space of apartment living. We took a class in making terrariums and I fell in love. Then dabbling in container gardening. Now with my own house and yard I look forward to working in it. As a child I hated helping out. But as an adult I love it. I take pride in the transformation of my yard and to see the fruits of my labor. The only time I ask my husband for help in the yard is with weed wacking which for whatever reason I can never quite get a handle over nor start the darn thing!
Now I itch for our final frost to come so I can spend my weekends in the yard.
