SUNDAYS WITH SHARON – GARDEN BLISS
Those of you who garden understand this. My mother used to spend hours and hours in the garden, just “playing with the plants” as she would say. She loved roses, which has become my favorite as well. I go for the scented ones as much as possible, the deep rose-red and intoxicating scent of the Chrysler Imperial being my very favorite. This rose is the Peace rose, another favorite of mine.
We’ve built our rock walls spanning the past 2+ years, and the sprinkler system was removed to do this, so it has been barren around our house, save for the occasional calendula or nasturtium volunteers. Several foxglove have been discovered, and even some potato plants that cropped up when we were filling holes created from the wall building, importing soil from our rear old garden yard.
As has been said before, “Life finds a way.” That’s certainly true of my plants. I let volunteers bloom and grow where they are planted, even if planted by mistake. I think the garden faeries reward me by doing so. Just doesn’t seem right to pluck out a young plant just because it couldn’t know where to put itself with it’s own kind. Sort of like my life.
Now that the kids are gone, my garden has become my outlet for the need to tend and bear children.
I negotiated a little compromise and got a plot rototilled and fenced so I could have a small vegetable and flower garden this year. I’ve kept it small because I only got a few man-hours to use and I used our helper on the hard stuff – pulling weeds and tilling the soil. My garden soil is nice and sandy-loamy, after 30+ years of putting 6-8 yards of mushroom manure on it every year before I planted. But the front of the house has, like the rest of our property, thick black soil loaded with nutrients, but makes the roots work harder when allowed to dry. I can dig a hole a foot deep, fill it with water, and a week later, it’s still there.
My roses have had lots of chicken manure over the years from the chickens I used to have. They actually became pets when they got too old to lay eggs, but at least I got to collect their manure embedded in the bales of sawdust lining their boxes! My 66 very expensive pets, most of them hatched on my property (and I watched nearly every one being born), eventually had to go the way of the garden, my koi pond and everything else on our outside landscaping after the fire and rebuild. I was sad to see them go, but that’s when I threw myself into writing. A silver lining.
I don’t think I have seen my roses so lush as this year. And now, a new venture for me: my small vegetable garden. I’m good at negotiating, so got some tractor time in the rear yard and now have it set up to plant corn, as soon as I finish my next book. If you look at my calendar, you would see garden things noted, as well as editing deadlines and story launches. It’s that important to me.
This time of year is magical for me – before the hot weather puts me into overdrive to protect and water, buds forming and branches are not yet leggy and needing to be pared back. Everything is small in the vegetable garden, ripe with possibilities for a savory summer of cabbage, kale, squash, peppers, beans, peas, eggplant and swiss chard.
Gardens are hopeful, like new love, they start out precious, perhaps a bit fragile. These lovely beings take their own time. Like falling in love, I’m learning how to enhance their beauty, and that brings me great joy.
It’s always a wonder at this time of year, how my garden will come back. This year, I’m charmed with the magic of possibility for a wonderful blooming adventure and prosperous year.
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Enjoy your garden and roses. I'm not fussy on the garden but, when we moved her 25 odd years ago there was a rambling rose Bush, and other than chop it back now and then we have the prettiest pale pink roses don't smell though
I love persistent roses that never give up!
You enhance beauty in everything you do. xoxoxoxox
Thank you, sweetheart! OXOXO
Sharon, your garden is beautiful! I'm still in the "what am I going to plant here" stage of our flowerbeds.
NO DOUBT yours will be gorgeous, Sandie! Like everything else you do!
You're a romantic, no doubt about it. It flows through every word. Delightful. You always brighten my day. Thank you. God bless.
I wear that badge with honor. Always have been, always will. Blessings back to you.
"Jealous" of your roses. Hope at least some of mine have survived the winter – was going to venture into the garden yesterday, but it snowed all day! my motto "Plays in the dirt" goes for both gardening and archaeology. Hope we will see more pictures of your burgeoning garden as the season progresses!!
Beautiful pics and aha!…well-written. Thanks for sharing your gardens…We love roses and gardening too. Best wishes for the season! ~R