June 2012

Life began in a garden … or so an old story goes.  This is the time of year for my gardening clothes:  an old pair of jeans that belonged to one of my sons, ancient red rubber clogs, a T-shirt and a baseball cap.  This is the time for gardening.

A perennial garden surrounds the patio behind our house, framed by the driveway on the left, a stone wall straight ahead, and a fence to the right.  It’s a new garden — just over two years old — one we began to create after tearing out lawn and shrubs.  Some of its early inhabitants were transplants from our old yard, some came from the spring plant exchange at the Smith Vocational High School, and some were gifts from other people’s gardens.  We bought the rest from one or two favorite mail order suppliers and from local places.

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