One of my clients had the most perfect pink peonies in her garden last year. The big, fluffy, pink kind that makes my heart swoon down to the last perfect little petal.
This year the snow is melting at an alarmingly slow rate, but as soon as the ground thaws I will be digging to plant my very own peonies. Last summer I grew a beautiful rose bush in honor of my grandmother, and I am itching to garden again.
WHO AM I?
If you had told me 10 years ago that one day I would enjoy getting dirt under my fingernails, pruning tree branches, and that I would marvel at the beauty of a growing rose, I probably would have laughed. In fact, somewhere in heaven my grandma is smiling, of that I am sure.
I am changing, one plant at a time.
Note: Quite a few of you have asked me to add a translating widget to the blog. Ask and you shall receive! You can find it on the right hand side of the page. The Google translator does not do justice to the Spanish language, but until I find a better one this one will suffice.