Maybe it was Chan’s recent Taste Test. Or maybe it’s the fact that I should be writing the grocery list. (I always get my best ideas when I’m supposed to be doing something else, don’t you?) Anyway, I just came up with a list of garden-related dreams/fantasies that have been banging around my head for ages. Some are totally unrealistic, some possible, and some eminently doable–provided I have the time, money, and/or ambition. One is totally out of my hands. Ah, but I can dream, can’t I?
One or more rose-covered arbors
Hardy kiwis on a pergola
Running a cut-your-own flower business
Having a garden nice enough to attract garden tours
Eliminating all invasive plants from my property
Having one or more children catch my vision for the garden, and work with me as a partner (And no, this is not a thinly disguised wish for slave labor!)
Becoming a Master Gardener
Becoming a PAID garden writer
Having a patio that ‘s actually used as a patio, and not a bike garage
A seed-starting/potting shed type area
An unheated greenhouse
Still gardening when I’m 95
And I’m sure there’s more that just haven’t broken the surface of my conscious thought. This is one post that’s sure to be updated.
How about you? Do we have any garden dreams in common? I’d like to hear what you want to accomplish some day.
“. . . there’s the danger you’ll start growing more than you can quite tend!” Uh . . . I’m already in danger that way. Besides the money obstacle, there’s the siting problem. No level land here, so would have to make a level spot, and not much in the way of dry land convenient to the house. By dry land I mean a place that doesn’t sprout springs in the spring!
Mmm–been peeking over my shoulder? The arbors, of course; plus a grape one to shade the house. I started the kiwis with plants from a friend last year–though I am thinking more of the ‘huge posts set in concrete’ version after seeing the trellis hers pulled down. . . Eliminating all invasives–not that kind of control freak, I guess. Or too many acres to tend. Getting them to ‘manageable’ sounds good.
I caught the gardening bug from my family; I like to say I came from a long line of gardeners, hamadryads & chickadees. I’ll bet growing up following you around will do it; I still garden with my Mom and she is 76. My Gram had my uncle planting peach trees for her when she was 92. . .
And my, my, the greenhouse thing is cheap, you can find kits all over. Just like having your own bank. Course, there’s the danger you’ll start growing more than you can quite tend!
My great-grandfather worked in his vegetable garden into his early 90s. It was a tiny garden, and I’m not sure if he was still working on it at 95, but I do have memories of watching him hoe. So that one isn’t completely unrealistic. Though I have to say, it doesn’t look like I’ve inherited his body type.
Since my garden is still young, the garden dream that I’m stuck on is just to get to see it become full and lush. …but I also like the “gardening when I’m 95” dream very much.
For now my fantasy is just to get rid of all the weeds that grew up during last month’s rains.