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A garden is all about patience and endurance.

It is not a competition.  Well, I guess it certainly could be and probably is for some.  But my time working in the garden is for me. 

Although, to be completely honest, it is hard to look at the photos of the Reeder gardens, and not feel twinges of envy.  Still, I know that their gardens are the result of long labors and loving, patient tending over the years.  Clearly, their gardens feed their souls.

So I try to be patient with my fumbling efforts and my evolving gardening sense.  I know that this year I have a lot of work that needs to be put into the soil.  There will be no expansions, but what I have will take all of my available garden time and then some.  I will probably end up tearing out more than I plant this year, but that will be okay.

DSCN2618The first task is clean up.  This border along the garage is pretty tired looking.  When the coreopsis and Shasta daisies are in bloom it looks better.  (But if you have seen the Reeder’s garden pictures you can certainly understand my twinge of envy, right?)



DSCN2617I made some progress and discovered that the daisy shoots are in evidence.  I should have daffodils in bloom by the beginning of next week.  That will help me believe that spring will make its fleeting appearance here.

So with patience (a little bit of work) and endurance (each day), I am off to play in the dirt.


P.S.  I do have one thing in common with Linda Reeder:

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  1. 'playing in the dirt' is very restorative. I love gardens, but don't 'garden' as such. Basically I just like to get my hands in the dirt now and then.

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  2. Linda Reader's garden is to die for! However, I prefer to let my landscapers do the work. Lol.

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  3. Folks at the Reeders spend a lot of time creating and maintain that beautiful landscape. I'm okay with my own place considering I don't give it a lot of attention.

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  4. I'm sure looking forward to my time in the dirt!

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  5. There really is something wonderful about digging in the dirt and something wonderful about going out and searching for all the new little shoots. Think I will wonder outside and see if any new lilies have come up today!

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  6. Ha ha, love that last pic. I have that in common with Linda also. Other wise, the Reeders really set the bar high with their show quality garden. Good thing I garden for fun and pleasure and not competition.

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  7. Our dafodils are long gone. Now it is all about growing tomatoes.

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    1. We don't think about tomato plants until Memorial Day. I buy started plants.

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  8. We visited Vermont last spring, and found it beautiful. But oh, your winters! We can do a lot of clean up in the fall and again during the winter, so by April we are in good shape and everything is growing and becoming lush again. Gardening here, while not easy -it is hard work- is very productive and very rewarding. It's very much like England, very plant friendly.
    Enjoy your time in the dirt. We should only garden because we want to, and do what pleases us. I am excited for you as you watch spring emerging from the soil. The long wait makes the reward sweeter.

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    1. It always looks so dead at the end of winter. It is amazing how quickly things start to pop up once Persephone returns and I tickle the ground as I remove winter mulch.

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  9. I do love daffodils. Mine are still under snow!!! Good luck with your garden!!!

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    1. Oh, no! Still snowy? I guess I better not complain too much.

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  10. You are too funny! I know your garden will look gorgeous with warm weather. Linda Reeder's garden is a showcase. It always boggles my mind how she and Tom are able to keep it so immaculate.

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  11. I know what you mean about the days passing quickly!
    Cheers from Cottage Country!

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