"Dvd" wrote in message
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Get a certificate to prove it:


I don't have to prove I'm a madgardener. I've been THE madgardener since
1986. I have the issue of Organic Gardening with the letter I wrote to Mike
McGrath when he was the editor after Robert Rodale died where I wrote to him
about the "triffid like Cleome spinosa" in my gardens in Nashville and
signed it the madgardener. I dropped my handle of years of Madwoman to
Madgardener when I became aware of my budding obsession with horticulture
when I returned to Tennessee in 1983. Mike not only answered it, he titled
it and put the first piece of title in the contents page. A HUGE trowel in
my garden bucket. We've crossed garden paths before. I have always called
myself madgardener, and thanks to the endearment of a music dj friend who
has decided to shorten it, I've taken on Aunt Maddie now as well. I am not
here to contest you or the title you use. There's even a book written by
Sarah Watkins called Garden Madness. But I don't have to prove I am THE
madgardener or that I am a madgardener. It speaks for itself.
madgardener up on the ridge, back in Fairy Holler overlooking English
Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, zone 7, Sunset zone 36