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I live in my own little world when it comes to gardening- i don't really think of it as something i ever have to do-going outside is an extension of my inside- I almost always wear dresses or skirts with pockets, or wear my little waitress apron, haphazardly thrown around for years...unknowingly waiting for the time when quarters and dollars seemed so trivial compared to the jewels snugly buried deep in the corners - yellow, brown, hot pink, fluffy cottoncandyish wispys little peeps that magically become purplish bluish star-like asters that watch me rush out of the house, my own little audience, looking so puffed-up, so billowy, so un-leggy, so unlike your leggy backdrop neighbor-cosmos, the free spirit, bending, swaying, always trying to get it just right, but just too awkward-like that little ugly duckling as he popped out of the shell and tried to walk.......too top-heavy for those ferny fuzzy toothpick legs.............good thing you don';t have to compete with too many portaluca-if i had more than 5 blossoms at once from more than 5 plants, well, i couldnt even get by the front walk, it would be just too enchanting to ever leave..i like that your nickname is moss rose- i don't really love the typical rose- but you= well you are really something- the first time i saw you i was walking along a walkway to a funny little restaurant in Philip, South Dakota- I stopped suddenly- the beauty of this little flower against the blondness of all the land was startling -this was before i became obsessed with certain flowers, certain things about certain flowers- but it was this moment in south dakota..that probably led me to other moments--like when i first noticed a gerber daisy...or pink coreopsis, or poppies, or the unbearably beautiful shape of nastursium leaves- and then to have such a beautiful face..well, it's not often that the face is as beautiful as the body- and then there's those spooky little perfectly round black seeds that turn into CAPERS???could it be so???isn't life grand???i love how those nastursium seeds always get stuck in the faraway corners of my apron and each years i find 3 or 4 more than i thought..
BUT....MORE IMPORTANTLY... my husband and I are growing two boys..10 and 11 years old, who are more beautiful than a million fields of poppies and moss rose,,,, OCtober is my favorite time of the year- our wedding anniversary is October- i didnt' know it at the time i got married, but i know now why i love this month..it is now that i see the endless potential for spring, the seeds...all over...i see them in the grocery store plant area, a fallen mum head, i pick it up, put it in my pocket, another baby rescued, another potential flower in my yard, i weed my neighbors yard in october, to rescue all the fallen babies --they all end up, part of my audience, greeting me in the morning, making me feel warm inside, the hope of carrying on another generation of little baby seeds... i just love it... i have to go to bed now because i am getting carried away...but this is me....

I live in: United States

My zone is: z7LI

My Birthday is May 02 .

My favorite forum 1 is Frugal Gardening.

My favorite forum 2 is Growing from Seed.

First registered on October 13,2003.