Garden Girl

Hopefully soon I'll post some pictures and talk about the progress of my garden. But in the mean time, I thought I'd take a trip down memory lane, and show that even back when I was a kid, I had a wee bit of the garden bug.
Both my parents were very gifted when it came to gardening. If memory serves me correctly (and I'm sure if I'm wrong they'll tell me) my mom worked on the flower beds and vegetable garden, and my dad looked after all our trees. I am not exaggerating when I say that our front and backyard was astounding. Not only was there a multitude of flowers and shrubs and rock gardens all over our property, but we also had a very rich vegetable garden bursting with tomatoes, lettuce, chives, beans, carrots and I can't remember what else. We also had strawberry beds, and grapevines, and apple, pear and peach trees. I used to love to sit under our one large apple tree in the backyard and read and dream and play with my pet rabbits.
I loved our property, but other than trimming the hedges and the grass I didn't do any real garden work, except for one year when on a whim I planted some sunflower seeds from my hamster's food just to see what would happen. Imagine my surprise and delight when great big beautiful sunflowers came bursting through the soil! I'm glad that my dad took this picture of me standing proud next to my sunflowers – for unfortunately, not long after this photo was taken, some smartass kids in the neighbourhood came into our backyard and ripped the sunflowers apart. Boy did I ever weep over that. Tough lesson to learn as a kid, that there will be people in your life who will very happily lop the heads off of your creative endeavours (I was to learn the same tough lesson a few years later as a teenager). Of course the other very important lesson to learn is that after you've dried your tears, you get out there and plant more damn sunflowers, over and over and over again, until all you can see for miles and miles are glorious heads of brown and gold.


