The Beginning

Welcome to my blog.  As this is my first post I thought it would be fitting to reflect on what or maybe I should say who inspired my love of gardening. To do this I must give an abbreviated story of my childhood.  I grew up in Bolivia, South America, on one of the many tributaries of the Amazon River.   My parents were Baptist Missionaries.  Bolivia is a third world country so in order to get on education I went away to boarding school.  My memories of gardening came from my mom, who whenever I came home would have flowers planted wherever she could.  Down there we didn’t have plant nurseries, or WalMart where you could just go buy plants.  No, everything was started either from seeds or cuttings my mom would gather on her travels.  I don’t recall, doing much of any gardening myself as a child,  just how much my mom loved flowers.   After high school I returned to the United States.  Once I had my own place my brother came to visit and noticed my bed of Sunflowers and Zinnias and told my, “you are your mothers daughter”.     So mom, thanks you for passing the love of gardening on to me.

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2 Responses to The Beginning

  1. Bolivia – wonderful folk music?

  2. Joyce says:

    Welcome to blogging. It’s fun. I just found you and I’m enjoying your blog alot.
    It’s funny when we look back and truly see who planted the seed inside of us to be stewards of the garden. For me it was my father and also the love of Art. I love color and a garden gives that to me. Happy Gardening. And I look forward to reading more. And I love your little Doggie also…

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