Fall Gardening: Or Loving With Gloves On

 

 

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Fall Gardening: Or Loving With Gloves On

 

 

In my lifetime I’ve had the pleasure of tending to, and cultivating, many gardens.

 

The hubby and kidlets have always supported my obsession passion.

 

Many a time when the laundry should have been done or a gymnastics meet should have been attended, I was busy with a hoe or building a rock wall.

 

I simple statement like, “I’ve got to run to the store for a minute”, often turned into an hour of minutes and a load of shrubs instead of bags of groceries.

 

Ya know that ‘thing’ where you lock eyes with your husband in that ‘come hither’ kind of way and he suggests a brief interlude? Well sure, but I’m not taking off my gardening gloves and the barn looks like as good a place as any. I’ve got a drip line to calibrate and bare root roses in a bucket. Make it quick buster.

 

Once, my sister joked that in old age she’d better not need medical advise from me during Springtime- I’d just as well pull the plug before I’d leave the carrot planting. Hahahaaaa…but maybe true.

 

Such is the life of a Gardener: what you’re dreaming-up for the back 40 (code for land/yard/lot) is never far from your mind.

 

But… BUT… before you take your curtain call and gather your roses and radishes, there is the Prep, or at this time of year, the destruction and deconstruction of your previous labors. 

 

In my case, that means trimming, clearing, amending, composting, pulling, bleeding (damn thorns), bagging, sweating, rearranging, scrubbing, mending, bleaching, power washing, sweeping, shoveling… blahblahblah.

 

Suffice it to say that it’s all worth it to me…

 

But I’m still leaving my gloves on.

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Fall Gardening: Or Loving With Gloves On

 

Fall Gardening: Or Loving With Gloves OnPINIMAGE

All cleaned-up and ready for new plantings!




  • Cathy Sikorski - I too gave up my flower gardens when the dog died and the rabbits and deer came in for two years and ate all my 400 impatiens, vinca, marigolds, zinnias and whatever else I tried. So lovely to look at your happiness in flowers. But if I visit, I’ll knock on that barn door first and loudly!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Ha! We traded the barn for a French courtyard in New Orleans but it’s still amazing what we can grow! Just knock on the front door instead! *wink*ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - I love gardening and will miss it when I move. I tried my hand at an English Garden, and in our backyard I duplicated a garden from White Flower Farm. I’ve planted so many perennials and annuals – too many to count. And the pots were always creative. But the deer won the battle and now there are no flowers remaining. I have fond memories of helping my dad (he’d put me in the little wagon and pull me around the garden center alongside his purchases) because he was truly the Master Gardener! Love this post, Cheryl. You go and create some amazing things with your hands. I will miss the dirt….ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Funny. I don’t bother fighting the sand, rabbits, desert iguanas (yes, that particular type of lizards love to eat ground foliage and flowers) and even the desert dwelling ground rodents that eat flora and bulbs. Roses, cacti, and natural vegetation is all that I have now.ReplyCancel

  • Roshni AaMom - Can’t wait to see the fruits of your labor again! I remember some of your pictures on Facebook and they were fabulous!!ReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - I have the desire. Sadly, it doesn’t last much after the planitng. Sigh. But at least I stay ahead of the weeds and people say it looks nice . . .ReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - I can’t grow anything! Even plastic plants meet their doom under my care.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hahahaaaaaa. My mother was the same way. How did she birth me I wonder? Wait! That’s it. I always knew I was adopted!!! HA!ReplyCancel

  • Lisa @ Grandma's Briefs - I always complain about how my garden doesn’t grow well, doesn’t bloom nicely. You’ve just made it clear why: Because I don’t put in the work!! You inspire me to do it right next time around!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That might have something to do with it! You can always hire out- or send me a ticket! HahahaaReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - My husband is the gardener in the family. I have a black thumb and no patience. Now, with the drought in California, we’ve — and by “we,” I mean “he” — basically pulled out the grass, planted succulents and are calling it a day. I will live vicariously through your garden.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - I would love to walk your garden with you and talk about the health and life benefits of digging in the dirt. I think that is topic that needs a tall glass and long afternoon, don’t you? I know we could do that :)!ReplyCancel

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