Tuesday, February 14, 2006


I'm no gardener. Nope, never really was. But I just turned 23 and I think I will be. The more you're around gardeners and gardening, the more you start to like it. And if you already like it, the more you start to love it. I didn't know that until recently. I work in advertising sales and circulation for Carolina Gardener magazine, and I was listening to Linda Cobb speak about English Roses and cottage gardens at a symposium in Concord, NC. The passion she had for her garden, and for gardening in general, hit me like a ton of bricks, or top soil. At the brunch before her lecture there were small bags of Shasta Daisy seeds provided by Taylor Glen Gardens. I brought the seeds home in hopes that I would plant them. I live in an apartment, and the small piece of paper that explains how to plant and care for the daisies says they will spread. I guess I could cut them back, but that sounds like a bad idea. Why inhibit their natural growth pattern? So planting them in a pot may not work. I'm not sure, but I think I'll plant the seeds one way or another and see what happens, because when I really stared at the seeds and imagined a living plant emerging and flowering, it's hard not to plant them, even if it is just to watch nature at work. Nature, pure and powerful.


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