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Why do you garden?
On 3/4/04 7:16 PM, in article , "David Hill"
wrote: As I plod through the mud yet again to get to various parts of my garden, some torn up by the Foxes looking for the moles that are destroying what was once quite a good lawn, tripping over brambles that put out shoots of around 20 ft last year (My arthritis meant that some got away) I ask my self why do I garden? Because if I don't, I will go insane. It provides a balance to the day to day nuttiness of bills, children and housework. Cheryl |
Why do you garden?
On 3/4/04 7:16 PM, in article , "David Hill"
wrote: As I plod through the mud yet again to get to various parts of my garden, some torn up by the Foxes looking for the moles that are destroying what was once quite a good lawn, tripping over brambles that put out shoots of around 20 ft last year (My arthritis meant that some got away) I ask my self why do I garden? Because if I don't, I will go insane. It provides a balance to the day to day nuttiness of bills, children and housework. Cheryl |
Why do you garden?
"David Hill" wrote in message
... As I plod through the mud yet again to get to various parts of my garden, some torn up by the Foxes looking for the moles that are destroying what was once quite a good lawn, tripping over brambles that put out shoots of around 20 ft last year (My arthritis meant that some got away) I ask my self why do I garden? snip David Hill I garden because it adds so much to life in the form of new growth, color, and enjoyment. I enjoy starting, and planting new annuals, perennials, and shrubs, and it's a challenge to root and grow a cutting from shrubs, or perennials obtained from a friend. Yes, I often grouse and grumble when the old bones creak and groan after a day in the yard pruning, composting, mulching, weeding, and planting, but the exercise does keep the oil in the old bones greased. Gardening gets me outside because pride will not allow me to let my yard turn into a jungle except in selected areas where jungle provides nurture for birds, bees, butterflies, and encouraged wildlife (deer not included :)). I love sharing produce from my vegetable garden with friends and neighbors, and it's a real ego booster when strangers stop, ring my doorbell and ask if they may tour my yard, and real estate salespeople use my home as an area showplace. John |
Why do you garden?
It is the Lord's gift to me.
-- = Celestial Habitats by J. Kolenovsky 2003 Honorable Mention Award, Keep Houston Beautiful =F4=BF=F4 - http://www.celestialhabitats.com - business =F4=BF=F4 - http://www.hal-pc.org/~garden/personal.html - personal |
Why do you garden?
It is the Lord's gift to me.
-- = Celestial Habitats by J. Kolenovsky 2003 Honorable Mention Award, Keep Houston Beautiful =F4=BF=F4 - http://www.celestialhabitats.com - business =F4=BF=F4 - http://www.hal-pc.org/~garden/personal.html - personal |
Why do you garden?
Why did Hilary climb Everest? No, seriously, I bought a house with a very
neglected garden and quite a lot of bare space, and I enjoy plants tremendously. Unlike kids they don't turn on you when they're two, and at 13 they're mostly dead, whileas the problems of a human's parents are just starting. zemedelec |
Why do you garden?
That so-called gift isn't free, babe!
Does the lord pay for all your supplies and seeds too? If you live in Hawaii, would that be Jack Lord of which you speak? "J Kolenovsky" wrote in message ... It is the Lord's gift to me. -- Celestial Habitats by J. Kolenovsky 2003 Honorable Mention Award, Keep Houston Beautiful τΏτ - http://www.celestialhabitats.com - business τΏτ - http://www.hal-pc.org/~garden/personal.html - personal |
Why do you garden?
That so-called gift isn't free, babe!
Does the lord pay for all your supplies and seeds too? If you live in Hawaii, would that be Jack Lord of which you speak? "J Kolenovsky" wrote in message ... It is the Lord's gift to me. -- Celestial Habitats by J. Kolenovsky 2003 Honorable Mention Award, Keep Houston Beautiful τΏτ - http://www.celestialhabitats.com - business τΏτ - http://www.hal-pc.org/~garden/personal.html - personal |
Why do you garden?
Like the frog who are a wonderful bird and ain't got no tail hardly I
garden becuase I ain't got no sense hardly. |
Why do you garden?
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Why do you garden?
It's so exciting to see plants emerge from tiny seeds. I love seeing the
bulb flowers come up in the spring. The crocuses have been up for a couple weeks now, but have yet to open. Tulips and hyacinths are begining to show themselves. The pea seeds are swelling, but haven't broken open yet. I've even spent a few afternoons digging weeds from the lawn. I have rhubarb, bleeding heart, strawberries, and black raspberries on order. I can't wait for early summer when I can plant my vegetable garden, and take cuttings from my dad's gooseberry and the neighbors currents. Ah, the joys of gardening. When I was a little girl, we had a big vegetable garden. Every other year my dad would get a truckload of manure and spread on it, which made the weeds grow (and probably brought some seeds, too). On weekdays, we couldn't do anything until we weeded a row of the garden, but somehow the weeds always got away from us. (We probably weren't as persistant as we could have been) What a challenge it was to find a vegetable plant in the weeds! It's funny that although the weeds often took over, we had a bountiful harvest every year. My dad is also very proud of the berries and other things in his yard. When the grandkids came along, he took special joy in taking them to the backyard for some "candy". It was as often rhubarb and gooseberries as it was raspberries or grapes, and they always loved it. So, I guess, from my dad, the joy of gardening has rubbed off on me. It drove me absolutely insane when I had to live in apartments for a few years. I wanted to get my hands dirty! (and working on cars didn't count). College and newlywed phase passed slowly in the summer. We finally bought a house, and now I'm in heaven (well, the satisfaction of gardening is back, anyway). I only have one problem, things don't grow as well here as they did at my parents'. Oh, and I have to use city water to garden rather than irrigation water. (My main problem with this, I think, is that I tend to want to conserve city water more, and the plants don't seem to get enough). Well, there you go. You've recieved a short story on gardening. I hope I didn't bore anybody ;-) |
Why do you garden?
It's so exciting to see plants emerge from tiny seeds. I love seeing the
bulb flowers come up in the spring. The crocuses have been up for a couple weeks now, but have yet to open. Tulips and hyacinths are begining to show themselves. The pea seeds are swelling, but haven't broken open yet. I've even spent a few afternoons digging weeds from the lawn. I have rhubarb, bleeding heart, strawberries, and black raspberries on order. I can't wait for early summer when I can plant my vegetable garden, and take cuttings from my dad's gooseberry and the neighbors currents. Ah, the joys of gardening. When I was a little girl, we had a big vegetable garden. Every other year my dad would get a truckload of manure and spread on it, which made the weeds grow (and probably brought some seeds, too). On weekdays, we couldn't do anything until we weeded a row of the garden, but somehow the weeds always got away from us. (We probably weren't as persistant as we could have been) What a challenge it was to find a vegetable plant in the weeds! It's funny that although the weeds often took over, we had a bountiful harvest every year. My dad is also very proud of the berries and other things in his yard. When the grandkids came along, he took special joy in taking them to the backyard for some "candy". It was as often rhubarb and gooseberries as it was raspberries or grapes, and they always loved it. So, I guess, from my dad, the joy of gardening has rubbed off on me. It drove me absolutely insane when I had to live in apartments for a few years. I wanted to get my hands dirty! (and working on cars didn't count). College and newlywed phase passed slowly in the summer. We finally bought a house, and now I'm in heaven (well, the satisfaction of gardening is back, anyway). I only have one problem, things don't grow as well here as they did at my parents'. Oh, and I have to use city water to garden rather than irrigation water. (My main problem with this, I think, is that I tend to want to conserve city water more, and the plants don't seem to get enough). Well, there you go. You've recieved a short story on gardening. I hope I didn't bore anybody ;-) |
Why do you garden?
It's so exciting to see plants emerge from tiny seeds. I love seeing the
bulb flowers come up in the spring. The crocuses have been up for a couple weeks now, but have yet to open. Tulips and hyacinths are begining to show themselves. The pea seeds are swelling, but haven't broken open yet. I've even spent a few afternoons digging weeds from the lawn. I have rhubarb, bleeding heart, strawberries, and black raspberries on order. I can't wait for early summer when I can plant my vegetable garden, and take cuttings from my dad's gooseberry and the neighbors currents. Ah, the joys of gardening. When I was a little girl, we had a big vegetable garden. Every other year my dad would get a truckload of manure and spread on it, which made the weeds grow (and probably brought some seeds, too). On weekdays, we couldn't do anything until we weeded a row of the garden, but somehow the weeds always got away from us. (We probably weren't as persistant as we could have been) What a challenge it was to find a vegetable plant in the weeds! It's funny that although the weeds often took over, we had a bountiful harvest every year. My dad is also very proud of the berries and other things in his yard. When the grandkids came along, he took special joy in taking them to the backyard for some "candy". It was as often rhubarb and gooseberries as it was raspberries or grapes, and they always loved it. So, I guess, from my dad, the joy of gardening has rubbed off on me. It drove me absolutely insane when I had to live in apartments for a few years. I wanted to get my hands dirty! (and working on cars didn't count). College and newlywed phase passed slowly in the summer. We finally bought a house, and now I'm in heaven (well, the satisfaction of gardening is back, anyway). I only have one problem, things don't grow as well here as they did at my parents'. Oh, and I have to use city water to garden rather than irrigation water. (My main problem with this, I think, is that I tend to want to conserve city water more, and the plants don't seem to get enough). Well, there you go. You've recieved a short story on gardening. I hope I didn't bore anybody ;-) |
Why do you garden?
It's so exciting to see plants emerge from tiny seeds. I love seeing the
bulb flowers come up in the spring. The crocuses have been up for a couple weeks now, but have yet to open. Tulips and hyacinths are begining to show themselves. The pea seeds are swelling, but haven't broken open yet. I've even spent a few afternoons digging weeds from the lawn. I have rhubarb, bleeding heart, strawberries, and black raspberries on order. I can't wait for early summer when I can plant my vegetable garden, and take cuttings from my dad's gooseberry and the neighbors currents. Ah, the joys of gardening. When I was a little girl, we had a big vegetable garden. Every other year my dad would get a truckload of manure and spread on it, which made the weeds grow (and probably brought some seeds, too). On weekdays, we couldn't do anything until we weeded a row of the garden, but somehow the weeds always got away from us. (We probably weren't as persistant as we could have been) What a challenge it was to find a vegetable plant in the weeds! It's funny that although the weeds often took over, we had a bountiful harvest every year. My dad is also very proud of the berries and other things in his yard. When the grandkids came along, he took special joy in taking them to the backyard for some "candy". It was as often rhubarb and gooseberries as it was raspberries or grapes, and they always loved it. So, I guess, from my dad, the joy of gardening has rubbed off on me. It drove me absolutely insane when I had to live in apartments for a few years. I wanted to get my hands dirty! (and working on cars didn't count). College and newlywed phase passed slowly in the summer. We finally bought a house, and now I'm in heaven (well, the satisfaction of gardening is back, anyway). I only have one problem, things don't grow as well here as they did at my parents'. Oh, and I have to use city water to garden rather than irrigation water. (My main problem with this, I think, is that I tend to want to conserve city water more, and the plants don't seem to get enough). Well, there you go. You've recieved a short story on gardening. I hope I didn't bore anybody ;-) |
Why do you garden?
It's so exciting to see plants emerge from tiny seeds. I love seeing the
bulb flowers come up in the spring. The crocuses have been up for a couple weeks now, but have yet to open. Tulips and hyacinths are begining to show themselves. The pea seeds are swelling, but haven't broken open yet. I've even spent a few afternoons digging weeds from the lawn. I have rhubarb, bleeding heart, strawberries, and black raspberries on order. I can't wait for early summer when I can plant my vegetable garden, and take cuttings from my dad's gooseberry and the neighbors currents. Ah, the joys of gardening. When I was a little girl, we had a big vegetable garden. Every other year my dad would get a truckload of manure and spread on it, which made the weeds grow (and probably brought some seeds, too). On weekdays, we couldn't do anything until we weeded a row of the garden, but somehow the weeds always got away from us. (We probably weren't as persistant as we could have been) What a challenge it was to find a vegetable plant in the weeds! It's funny that although the weeds often took over, we had a bountiful harvest every year. My dad is also very proud of the berries and other things in his yard. When the grandkids came along, he took special joy in taking them to the backyard for some "candy". It was as often rhubarb and gooseberries as it was raspberries or grapes, and they always loved it. So, I guess, from my dad, the joy of gardening has rubbed off on me. It drove me absolutely insane when I had to live in apartments for a few years. I wanted to get my hands dirty! (and working on cars didn't count). College and newlywed phase passed slowly in the summer. We finally bought a house, and now I'm in heaven (well, the satisfaction of gardening is back, anyway). I only have one problem, things don't grow as well here as they did at my parents'. Oh, and I have to use city water to garden rather than irrigation water. (My main problem with this, I think, is that I tend to want to conserve city water more, and the plants don't seem to get enough). Well, there you go. You've recieved a short story on gardening. I hope I didn't bore anybody ;-) |
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