I consider my gardening a delusional adventure. I always think I have more time, space and strength than I actually do.
I garden for some very good reasons: it’s therapeutic, meditative and completely addictive. My gardening habit frequently exceeds my physical abilities but it also heals me and focuses my attention on something greater than what limits me.
I grew up gardening beside my mother across the South and the Midwest. On my own, I’ve gardened in dry mountains and now in South Texas. My family is from the central plains area and both my grandmother‘s always had at least a half acre garden. I had one grandfather who was a farmer and and my other grandfather was a Midwestern school professor and administrator with two PhD’s, one of which was in biology. I grew up knowing the Latin names for most of what I planted, loving the direction that my insatiable questioning took me and having an idea of what I was doing (because gardeners with greater skills than I had, took the time to teach me.) I’ll be the first to admit I am not an expert, but I am competent and I have years of daily experience. I hope I can help pass down some of the practical knowledge I have and showcase some of my gardening experiments (I am always trying out something new.)