Gardening the Garden

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A light breeze. "Aussie" neck scarves in the heat of the day. Days with low humidity. Lizards and toads and all the other good guys. — Ladybug

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The delicate blue flowers of my forget-me-nots dotting my garden floor… The anticipation of my lilacs blooming… The black-capped chickadee innocently hopping from one branch to another… The kids hanging on my every word as I answer their questions about what each plant is… The thrill I get from dividing plants and sharing… The sound of my pond when I first get it running… Having to set the automatic outside lights to go on well after 9pm due to longer days… The re-arrival to Michigan of my parens from Fla. Just to name a few…Carol

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Wow…whatta topic.  My things: Going out into my front yard at 3AM and hearing the owls talking to each other…The flame-orange tulips I planted last fall, now 3 ft. tall and in full bloom…Catching my (non-gardening) wife admiring my handiwork… Watching said wife when she doesn’t know I’m watching her… My most favorite band in the world, Erasure…The ear-to- ear grin on my (18 mo.) nephew’s face when he sees me, and the smell of his hair…The full moon, hanging like a huge tangerine on the horizon…The scent of hyacinths and lilacs in bloom…My parents…People who DO give a damn…My life finally coming together (nice, ain’t it Vic?)… and…hmm…oh yeah – garlic, tomatoes, and basil, preferably together. Jason Zone 5a – Near Omaha, Nebraska USA

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – A plant that comes back from the "dead". Warm Weather Freshly cut grass aroma My backyard in the evening My Angel’s Trumpet, covered in flowers Daylillies, Hydrangea, Gladiolia buds waiting to burst open Susie A garden bench long enough to fit me, my dog & my cat together. Koi who come right up to my fingers to get their dinner. Birds who entertain me with their songs while I work (it’s not really work!) in my gardens. A sun shower-so cool when the sun is out and a light rain is falling. I love and I am loved-LIFE IS GOOD! Denise Visit my home page for photos of my family, pets, gardens & way cool car! http://web1.in4web.com/mtcdrc

 The love and respect of my children so soon in our lives together……The friendship and trust between my husband and i……the wonder of a poppy with the green cap barely hanging onto bright colors, and then exploding into this incredible paper thin, delicate fabric……Sitting outside here on my hill and listen to the eagles,hawks, and other sounds of life around me……The gentle sounds of all my different windchimes in various places in my gardens……Each day that i wake to find more wonderous things pushing thru the seasonal smells of rains, the clean, sharp cold smell of an early Spring rain, and the heavy, rich smell of Summer rains, and the musty cleansing smell of Fall rains, and the taste of the last rains just before the cold the insects, for the wonder of how they connect us to nature, and life, and how they can be so small and yet so forceful, and constant, and everlasting……the miracle of the tiny seed to inspire wonder in me at the plant or flower that that tiny little recepticle holds locked into that casing……the bulbs, for the joys that they give me in their own seasons……. living on this wonderful world where everyone can make their own little was still young. Sharing my love of gardening with everyone I can  madgardener

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A plant that comes back from the "dead". Warm Weather Freshly cut grass aroma My backyard in the evening My Angel’s Trumpet, covered in flowers Daylillies, Hydrangea, Gladiolia buds waiting to burst open Susie

A garden bench long enough to fit me, my dog & my cat together. Koi who come right up to my fingers to get their dinner. Birds who entertain me with their songs while I work (it’s not really work!) in my gardens. A sun shower-so cool when the sun is out and a light rain is falling. I love and I am loved-LIFE IS GOOD! Denise Visit my home page for photos of my family, pets, gardens & way cool car! http://web1.in4web.com/mtcdrc

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The "sting" of muscles used again after months of hibernation. The excitement in my son’s eyes when I say…"lets work in the garden". The warm glow I feel when my husband comes home from work and says…" WOW the yard looks great!". The joy of seeing "old friends" flourish…and "new friends" get comfortable. Feeling the awesome wonder that my Savior Jesus Christ has given me land to care for. — Please respond to: Angela Fitzpatrick – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Small hand tools – expecially a little 3-prong rake Small hand tools with bright-color handles Individual strawberry plants with fewer big berries, rather than tangled beds and many little berries The cool early hours of the day for working in the yard The evening hours for sitting on the back patio with a beer Old dogs Young cats Flowers (farm boys just grew eatin’ stuff – not posies!) Making yourself wait for certain dates on the calendar before setting out tender plants The smell and feel of real good soil Shorts on hot days Shorts with elastic waist bands Any others?    8-) Chappy’s Power Organics 3200 Corte Malpaso, #107 Camarillo CA 93012 Info & Orders <http://www.bio-organics.com — Chappy’s Power Organics 3200 Corte Malpaso, #107 Camarillo CA 93012 Info & Orders <http://www.bio-organics.com

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  The thoughts in this thread!  Knowing there are so many others of a like mind. Letting little things like the smell of a fresh cut peach take me back to a special moment in my childhood. It’s great to be allive!    Bergall

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A garden bench long enough to fit me, my dog & my cat together. Koi who come right up to my fingers to get their dinner. Birds who entertain me with their songs while I work (it’s not really work!) in my gardens. A sun shower-so cool when the sun is out and a light rain is falling. I love and I am loved-LIFE IS GOOD! Denise Visit my home page for photos of my family, pets, gardens & way cool car! http://web1.in4web.com/mtcdrc

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My family…My friends…My pets…The smell of the wildflowers in the spring…Compost…The freshness after a  rain…The first tomato of the the season…Ladybugs…Earthworms…The fact that my computer is working again!…Butterflies drinking at my flowers…My health…All of the wonderful advice I have received from this ng…snapping greenbeans with my daughter. What a beautiful thread. : ) Tammy – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Small hand tools – expecially a little 3-prong rake Small hand tools with bright-color handles Individual strawberry plants with fewer big berries, rather than tangled beds and many little berries The cool early hours of the day for working in the yard The evening hours for sitting on the back patio with a beer Old dogs Young cats Flowers (farm boys just grew eatin’ stuff – not posies!) Making yourself wait for certain dates on the calendar before setting out tender plants The smell and feel of real good soil Shorts on hot days Shorts with elastic waist bands Any others?    8-) Chappy’s Power Organics 3200 Corte Malpaso, #107 Camarillo CA 93012 Info & Orders <http://www.bio-organics.com — Chappy’s Power Organics 3200 Corte Malpaso, #107 Camarillo CA 93012 Info & Orders <http://www.bio-organics.com

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How is your "old dog" doin?  Did he get over his fall? —                 <//<         Cynthia / Southern California         "For it is God which worketh in you both           to will and to do of His good pleasure"                                 Philippians 2:13

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All right Victoria. I’m thankful for being alive, yes and this subject. Marsha – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – The way my life is starting to come together The relief I get from a hard days work Finishing the project at hand My ability to hang a door That I am flexible enough to cancel a vacation because of the "old dog"  without pissing and moaning The way my husband loves me The way I love him My garden for the first time in 6 years in this house This subject! Victoria

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The way my life is starting to come together The relief I get from a hard days work Finishing the project at hand My ability to hang a door That I am flexible enough to cancel a vacation because of the "old dog"  without pissing and moaning The way my husband loves me The way I love him My garden for the first time in 6 years in this house This subject! Victoria

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My tiny little yard (no lawn, all garden) in the midst of an industrial area in Cambridge Seeing the peony buds popping up in the spring Having such a bumper crop of tomatoes that I *have* to give some to my neighbors Watching, then smelling, my dog when he rolls in the creeping thyme (yum!) Pesto, with my own basil Late afternoon, relaxing in the fragrant shade of my rosebushes. When something doesn’t just grow, it THRIVES (novice homeowner/gardener here) -Shannon To respond, please remove the anti-spam from my address.  Thank you. http://web.mit.edu/slarkin/www/guinnessthedog.html

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Mmmmmm . . . the first bud the first leaf the first flower the first fruit the first bird and, of course, the sound of peepers -Diana – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Don: Does this mean that you’re *not* about to buy some fiberglass sports car or the Boatoya Land Crusher WUV (War Utility Vehicle)? How dare you age so well? What the hell is wrong with you? Small hand tools – expecially a little 3-prong rake Not me, man. I’m still digging it all out by hand with a spade. Of course, it *is* a new place. Small hand tools with bright-color handles Red works well, unless you are red/green color blind. Or just Red Green. If you *are* Red Green, come on over to my place, I have some adventures in mind. Gee, "Adventures with Bill". Could be something to that idea. I assume that it was very frustrating to try to find that green-handled pruner that you set down "for a moment" in the grass. Next to the splendor, no doubt. Individual strawberry plants with fewer big berries, rather than tangled beds and many little berries Interesting point. The best strawberries I ever ate were wild ones. Tiny, tiny, berries. But when you talk about grocery-store berries, forget it. Home grown berries rule, regardless of size. They ain’t cardboard, y’know. The cool early hours of the day for working in the yard Evenings for me. The evening hours for sitting on the back patio with a beer That works. Old dogs Hey, mine is only 6. With her breed, that could mean another 23 years. Someday, she’ll be old. Me too, by then. Young cats Or the neighborhood rabbit killer. Don’t see him much. Do see the results. Flowers (farm boys just grew eatin’ stuff – not posies!) Yeah, like any farm family you knew didn’t have a few flowers here and there. Mostly low-care perennials and re-seeders. Old-fashioned hollyhocks were nice. Making yourself wait for certain dates on the calendar before setting out tender plants Using certain dates on the calendar for excuses to party. The smell and feel of real good soil Yep. The smell of roasting peppers. Still the best garden-related smell of all time. Regards, Bill — Center for Room Temperature Confusion

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Well… coming from a drug infested background and being oblivious to reality for too many years…  I appreciate: – the different colors in each flower petal – watching the dew drip off the leaves of my chinese magnolia – watching goldfinches at my bird feeder and laughing at their antics – being able to see a bird and look up what kind it is and get on this good ol puter and research it – planting something and watching it actually grow over time – the wonderful smells of flowers, dirt… gosh … everything!!  - I appreciate being alive!!! —                 <//<         Cynthia / Southern California         "For it is God which worketh in you both           to will and to do of His good pleasure"                                 Philippians 2:13

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Finally having a yard after all these years of dreaming. The white froth of my big old pear tree outside my bedroom window. Hints of fuscia at the end of the yard from the flowering quince. The irrestistible urge to buy that hammock *now* because I know I will need it later. The students from the Quickie Job Service at the university where I work who