On a cold winter day, fun can be had by photographing flowers taken from a bouquet of roses. Well, it was actually a bouquet of carnations but my husband thought he bought me roses.
He thought he picked roses when he pointed them out at the shop, but it was actually a bouquet of carnations. They were beautiful, and lasted for weeks.
Nova Scotia winters are fickle. Snow one day, and rain the next, sometimes it’s difficult to know how to dress for an outside jaunt. Until the mid February snow dump, we had a relatively easy winter. A week of constant shoveling and school and store closures quickly put that thought to bed.
At this time of year, even if there are piles of snow on the ground, there may be a far off whiff of spring that we catch on the winter winds now and then. Our minds start yearning for new growth and warmth. You may have noticed the shift to non winter thoughts on social media, where people are sharing photos of their gardens from last year and images from seed catalogues. Maybe, if you’re like me, you have some artistic friends who have been sharing snippets of paintings of lush flower gardens or still life photos of blossoms in vases.
I am no exception, and my thoughts turn to planning for this year’s garden. Even a person without a green thumb can learn to garden. I have killed almost every house plant I have ever owned, but over the years I have learned about gardening through trial and error.
|Even someone without a green thumb like me can grow an amaryllis to bring some spring like cheer to the home during a long winter.|
Gardening got serious for me when we moved to a twenty acre piece of property in rural Nova Scotia. Our yard was a hay field that came right up to the house. My husband mowed, and I planted. First, I made a tiny five foot flower garden planted with perennials we moved from Ontario in my VW Beetle. Then we planted a flowering crabapple tree in memory of my dad.
My flower garden expanded every year that followed, and vegetable gardens were created, despite my promises to my husband that I would stop increasing my gardening work load. Expansion was inevitable, and my husband jokingly referred to my efforts as "enhancements" since we were not "expanding". Shrubs and flower gardens surrounded three sides of the house. The backyard garden grew from five feet square in the first year to over a quarter of an acre by the time we moved. Oh, and did I mention the 13 foot long fish pond we created?
But now we live in the town of Bridgewater with a yard full of sod that is slowly being taken over by shrubs and flowers. Gardening was my first priority after unpacking essentials when we moved. Boxes and boxes were stacked in the garage, lower on my "to do" list than getting plants into the ground. This summer the "enhancements" will continue.
We planted a few trees last summer. The required flowering crabapple tree that always makes me think of my childhood home. A mountain ash that I have wanted for almost twenty years but never planted before. And a french silk lilac, a reminder of the first home we owned together. We may be at our limit for shrubs, but I’ve learned never to say never when it comes to investing in more bones for the gardens.
Vegetables will be limited in our small space. I planted asparagus last year, so that should be ready in another year from now if the dogs don’t get to it first. Tomatoes are always a staple for me, and I’ll continue my battle with whatever critter took a bite from all my tomatoes last year. Maybe I’ll grow beans again, but it seems a lot easier on my knees to head to the farmer’s markets rather than picking my own.
New for me this year will be a cutting garden. I plan to grow a variety of annual flowers that I can cut and bring inside. Fresh flowers indoors are always a good thing to focus on, no matter what time of year it is. And if I have my own cutting garden, my husband won’t need to buy me roses once every twenty five years.