First off, I do not have a green thumb, but if I know what a plant needs or find the right spot for it, it grows in spite of me. I can successfully grow violets in a couple of my windows. They have flowered for years despite spotty fertilizing and infrequent watering.
My mother set out flowers every spring. Sweet alyssum grew along the walkways, one year in purple, one year in white.
My petunias have never lived out a week, so I no longer try to grow them, though I see them around the neighborhood.
Sometimes it is easier to appreciate the flowers that other people grow, just as I appreciate driving along the river. I don’t have to own it or take care of it to love having it in my experience.
This is a cute article about a woman working in her own garden and realizing a house on her street was going to auction, so she showed up in her gardening rags…and on the spur of the moment bought the house. In process, she rescued a garden.
How about you, do you like to garden? Have I mentioned it is too hot here?
Karin
If you liked this article, vote for it on del.icio.us and stumbleupon.“I knew if those boys got the house, they would destroy that beautiful garden!” she said. The “boys” in question were the only two people bidding on the house. After watching these young men for a while, Sally surmised that they were real estate developers, who would very likely raze the house and build apartments on the lot.
After 36 years of teaching elementary school, Sally knew something was wrong when she saw it. Although the two men appeared to be bidding against each other, she could easily detect their furtive glances at one another. She decided that they were really working together, maybe to discourage other bidders from trying.
When the bidding lulled at a bargain price, Sally’s indignation took over. She lifted her card high, and the auctioneer took notice …
Sally ended up renting out the house, and she found the perfect tenants: a young florist and her husband. Now, when Sally comes home at the end of the day, she often finds beautiful bouquets on her porch. The florist creates them from flowers in the garden, and her husband walks them down the street to Sally’s.
It’s not just the tenants who are grateful. It’s as though the flowers themselves are saying thank you – thank you for seeing us, for loving us, and especially for saving us. C.L. Votaw
You can read the full article here.
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Wow, what a great story, I’m glad I clicked through! Thanks Karin! Me, I have enough trouble with houseplants. We live in the redwood forest, so there are plenty of plants about, but mostly self-caring. Me, I’m to busy reading to be reliable with plants! (see my other comment)
I love the redwoods. My son is out there around redwoods too. I like the self-caring kind of plants myself, but I do love flowers. I hear you on busy. There used to be a greenhouse here with very interesting plants like string of pearls and string of hearts and they did very well for me for a long time, until they died. If she were still there, I’d still be buying from her.
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