I don't know what it is about gardening that really rocks my world but something about watching things grow that I love. It goes back to when I was a little girl planting morning glories and marigolds and watching them sprout and bloom, the wonder of life I guess, as corny as that sounds. Luckily the damn deer don't go for the iris, although they have been tromping around in the beds and have knocked a couple of buds off that otherwise would've been beautiful blooms. Oh well, most of the others I planted last summer right before I flew to Europe are going to bloom for the first time and they'll be gorgeous. It really makes me want to find a way to landscape the whole yard in flowers and veggies, so far it's been a slow but steady process. The red potatoes I planted, 10 in all, are growing like crazy and should yield some beauties. The spinach is prolific this year and the lettuce is doing pretty well too. The tomatoes are limping along but will probably do okay and I'm trying bush beans again this year. Sooner or later I'll find a spot they like. I think home gardeners are a dying breed. I was inspired by my grandmother so maybe, if I ever have the benefit of grandchildren, I can instill that same love in them.
