I didn't have any answers at first as to why I was so suddenly fascinated with the botanical world. My interest came on so suddenly and so fiercely that I barely had time to question it, so immersed have I been in researching, observing, and enjoying the natural world. When I visited family in late February, almost a year after my new obsession started, I gained a clue. My grandma is an avid plant lover, with a natural green thumb. I'd admired her flowers and strawberries when I was a girl, but I'd never really paid much attention beyond "that's pretty" or "that's sweet." My mom also planned and planted a lovely courtyard garden when I was a teenager, and again, I barely noticed. But after 26 years of just not really noticing all the life around me, my genes were finally showing true.
Whatever the reason, it's a great excuse for pouring money into a tiny urban lot to acheive your vision of a private paradise. And I do mean pouring - tons of it, enough for Scrooge McDuck to swim through. I have a new appreciation for people who plant flowers, trees, and shrubs for all the neighborhood to enjoy - it's expensive at first. I long for the days of garden establishment, where I can take cuttings and divide perennials to my heart's delight. Tons of plants, for nothing more than my initial investment. Yippee!
My garden today:
