Grand gardeners

For some reason things grow differently there than at my house even though it’s nearby. I get to see plants “act” in various ways and I feel like that’s speeding up my learning. Bonus: I get to see what everyone else is growing and how.

My garden neighbors help me with planting, tips and techniques and share some of their harvest!

I have always been a gardener of sorts. My first memories as a child are of touring my grandmother's garden along with my mother and listening intently as they pointed out each plant and its progress. My mother and I continued this practice after my grandmother died, and I cherish those moments especially since her passing. I started gardening on my own because it reminds me of those sweet times.

There's no other people like gardeners. I enjoy talking to other people who love to garden.

I have a couple of beds at a community garden. I was offered the beds in exchange for keeping them attractive for the group that runs the garden. I'm a master gardener and sometimes teach classes there as well.

Watching the process was amazing. I would hop out of bed everyday to go see my garden. I was ecstatic about the least little bit of growth I saw. The joy of sitting outside in the garden really gave me peace of mind and a sense of accomplishment, which was great for my mental health.