Dreaming of summer and the colors to come.
January is a good time to dream of a flower garden. Catalogues galore flying through the front door into my house, so to speak.
When we still lived in the Kootenays at the North end of the Lake, not the best region for flower gardens but a friend of ours overcame this – “no problem” he said his wife loved horses they had a large property with horses and a horse B&B, dog and cats and of course a huge garden, an ideal combination. Squashes grew direct from out of the mountains of horse manure and carrot and peas galore, they where the most generous people I know and gave away what could not be canned or frozen. These 2 teachers phoned around the neighbourhood “come and get it”
But what I really liked was the, so to speak, flower garden, between the beans, bordering the berry bushes and filling the large turnabout with every kind of color , no designed traditional garden here, plants and flowers where ever there was an empty space.
I have to come back here one day to do some more exploring , see how little I captured of my kind of garden:
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