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I am in love with my garden right now.
Seriously. I stand on my porch and just gaze at it for minutes at a time, feeling downright giddy. When it’s too hot to go outside, or my young kids need supervision indoors, I stare at it though the picture window in my living room. I haven’t felt this way about a garden, or, well, anything in a while. Yes, my heart swells when I peek in on my sleeping 13-month-old or when I watch my husband and 5-year-old daughter reading together, but that’s a more complex, layered love. With my garden, it’s simple. I made something* and it’s beautiful. That’s it.
Fortunately, I got a dose of gardens at work this week. When I started working in the Communications and Marketing unit for ACES, I inherited the job of editing the “garden packet,” a collection of stories for gardeners written by Extension horticulture educators four times a year. Even though it’s only the beginning of August, I just sent out the fall packet this week to give newspapers time to work the stories into their production schedules for next month.
Every time I read through the stories, I learn something new. I still remember one from my first garden packet, which recommended designing your garden to draw the eye toward the front door of your home. Clever. I think the massive tangle of black-eyed Susans next to my front door does that pretty well. In the latest packet, I learned that those little flies disguised as bees that are all over my flowers are “hover flies,” and they’re gobbling up bad guys on my plants.
I love that gardens are part of what I write about at work every day, but it can’t beat the feeling I get when I pull into my driveway at the end of the day and I get to stare at my garden again.
It is 5 o’clock yet?
* I’ll admit the plants probably did a little of the work themselves…