I spent a lot of time with my grandmother when I was growing up. Grandma Annie was an avid gardener. She grew fruits, vegetables and flowers. All on a city lot. There were plants in the front, back and side yards. When she ran out of space in her yard, she’d come over to our house and plant her “extras” in our yard. Because of her, I grew up surrounded by beauty.

Grandma Annie tried to involve me in her gardening efforts but I was young and impatient. I didn’t have time to wait for a seed to grow into a plant.

I don’t understand how it happened, but somehow a seed was planted in me. Many years later, I became obsessed with plants. I started collecting pots of all sorts of things. I filled my apartment balcony with flowers.

I soon became dissatisfied with just growing things in pots. I had to have a plot of earth.
I talked my husband into building a house. Not so much because I wanted a house, but because I wanted a garden.

Once we moved in, I started planting like a maniac. I now have fruits, vegetables and flowers–all on a city lot. There are plants in my front, back and side yards. When I run out of space, I take my “extras” to the neighbors.

I live every day of my life surrounded by beauty. All because my Grandma Annie shared her love of gardening with me when I was a child.

I hadn’t thought about any of this in a long time. Thanks for a post that brought back so many happy memories.

It is funny that I found this blog, because I have been thinking of ways to get my son into gardening at a young age….I think I will start him off with a herb garden. What do you think?

Thanks for all the great gardening tips!