I wear a lot of hats: wife, mom, little sister, daughter, teacher, gardener. That last hat is one that I've worn for most of my life, but it wasn't one that I loved until pretty recently.Gardening is in my blood. It took me a long time to embrace that fact because it was a way of life for my family while I was growing up. My own garden is just 2 years old, but it's a great source of joy for me.
I'm the youngest of 4 kids--but we're not kids anymore. We all have kids of our own now. Funny how that happens...
My parents were working-class folks: My dad busted his tail working for 40-some years to support his family and my mom devoted her life to raising us. Dad had to work away from home to support his family. Being gone during the week left little time for him on the weekends, but he always made time for his garden. I never understood why as a kid.
Now he's gone, and I'm an adult with a family of my own. Ironically, I've had to grow up in order to discover the magic that he found in the soil. This blog is a tribute to his memory, and a way for me to tell our story.
