I’m not a gardener.
Not even close.
Oh, I pretend to be. Every spring, just when we start getting a few 70 degree days, I check out some gardening books from the library. I have fantasies of growing a kitchen garden with abundant basil and oregano to last me into the winter. I’m going to grow lavender and make sachets for Christmas presents. I have no problem photographing the progress of the daffodils in my front yard to show off to all my Facebook friends.
But here’s the reality: I don’t do any of those things.
(Except photograph my daffodils to show off on Facebook.)
Yup. Planted every bulb myself. (Or, y’know, maybe the previous owners of our house were … I dunno … master gardeners? Or something?)
I don’t know what my problem is. Maybe it’s a dirt thing. Books are a lot cleaner and less labor-intensive, you know? They don’t need to be watered. There aren’t any bugs –
– all right, now I’m just making excuses. Recently, students in the horticultural program at Bidwell Training Center put me to shame. They volunteered to plant the garden at CLP-Sheraden and they also did some tremendous clean up work. This is a photo of the project in the very beginning stages, but the result was fantastic!
It almost made me get the urge to plant my own garden.
You know, right after I finish this chapter of my book.
Special thanks to the amazing volunteers at Bidwell Training Center for their incredible work on CLP-Sheraden’s garden! You did a tremendous job and the Library is so grateful for your time and hard work!
~ Melissa F.
Eleventh Stack 