Back to Eden

I didn’t have a real garden until I was grown up and married. Growing up, there had been plants and gardens at my house, but they were not mine and I wasn’t much involved with them. So I became a gardener later in life. Someone said, “Plant one seed and you become a gardener.” That’s been my experience of gardening: it’s hard to stop. Success with one season spurs you on to try new things in the next. Actually, so does failure. Maybe next year, you’ll prune those tomatoes at the right time or get ahead of the cucumber bugs. It’s always new and challenging.

When we lived in apartments, we begged and got small plots of yard to plant a little. Since we’ve lived here, our garden space has grown a little larger every year as we’ve annexed new beds and enlarged existing ones.

Until the construction.

The new barn is absolutely wonderful and we needed it so badly. Our old barn, as charming as it was, proved to be nearly useless in separating “indoors” from “outdoors.” Now our tools are safe and dry.The finished project is gorgeous but we still have to deal with stuff like this:

and this

before we get back to this

and this

and this