My husband once told someone that I kill silk flowers. And sadly, he’s right.
I truly admire people who garden. They make the world a brighter place, a happier place. I could sit for hours surrounded by green plants and brilliant blooms…and talk to the person digging in the ground. But ask me to dig and pull weeds and plop a tiny seedling into rich loam? I’d destroy the whole setting in a matter of hours. I can’t tell a weed from a begonia. I don’t know which roots go shallow and which go deep. I can’t differentiate between a creeper and a tall plant that needs support. In short, I’m hopeless in a garden. Please don’t ask me to help in any way.
When my mom, aunt, and I went to England and Scotland several years ago, I was astounded by the yards, first in Edinburgh and then throughout the rest of our trip. Front yard might measure 10×12—not much compared to a lot of American yards. But every inch, save the walkway, was chock full of plants. The roses were spectacular, and every yard had some variety. I 
made the comment to my mom and aunt that I wondered how one particular yard had such beautiful, big blooms, and a woman I hadn’t seen standing there said, “It takes a lot of work.” I imagine so!
But it would take me no time to wipe it all out—and I wouldn’t even try. Without touching anything, I went on my way.
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Dee
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But Dee – you write fabulous books! Your characters grow before our eyes. Your type of garden.
What a nice way of looking at things! Thanks!!
Gardens are beautiful to look at and I agree, I admire people who have gorgeous ones. I enjoy working in my yard, but it’s really simple. It must have been wonderful to see those gardens in England and Scotland.
Many years ago, I did a summer class in Oxford. Those gardens! I remember some sort of tall flower stalks, something on the order of a foxglove, that were the most brilliant violet-blue I’d ever seen. I truly admire people who create living art in their gardens. I’m with you, though. Keep it simple.
Sadira, I did a summer program at Oxford, too! What a wonderful time! And you’re right, the gardens at Merton College and around town were beautiful!!
I would love to see Scotland, I can only imagine the magical feel it has. What a great memory to have.