My friend Donna has the most gorgeous blog, filled with not just pictures of her beautiful healthy plants but she knows the name of them all and she knows the history of the plants.
I on the other hand can’t name all of my plants, but I sure can name every piece of “found treasure” in my yard. There’s an old mailbox in the background with 717 on it. My neighbor found it and knew I would love it. It holds my clothes pins and a few gardening tools.
The tall pipe here is off a house in the neighborhood that Shawn tore down when the owners passed. Behind it is a piece that Shawn bought me the first year we lived here. The pots were almost every one picked off someone’s junk pile during my old junking days.
Every stone in my bird bath was found while digging in the very poor soil around my house, and once washed off they were found to be jewels!
So, what I an NOT is a garden blogger, even though I do love my garden. I take as much delight in the junk as the plants, all old friends to me.