Tuesday, November 9, 2010

the beginning

the first garden I can remember my father and I planning together was when I was 19 or 20 (so 2002-3?) We laid the pathways and the stones around the back door of the house and I even built a make shift wicker fence to keep out the horse and straying cows... I think that was the first year we had heirloom tomatoes too but maybe Dad has something to say about that. We had a beautiful bed next to the well filled with deep red nasturms and huge basil plants, and spears of jutting red gladiolas.

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