We were meant to be friends, and sip tea in our Tasha Tudor-esque gardens.
I say that speaking as a woman with a small country house, and a baby orchard plowed down yearly by the deer, who I love deeply. I love them maybe more than the plums that will never ripen, or the baby pears that seem to always drop from the one tree planted inside the potager fence, yes that one tree is the one that seems to have some strange blight in its bones. Alas, we try, and we drive to the grocery store for our fruit.
You are feeding the world! There is a quote somewhere by Alice Vincent about how the thing with gardeners is that they will always look to the next year to sow that seed that didn’t germinate, to try again with that plant that didn’t flower, hope for the fruits that didn’t grow (or got devoured before they could find their way onto our own plate). My sweet peas still haven’t flowered and rather than squirrels, I now have a groundhog chopping the heads off my plants 😅 And somehow we keep doing it again!!
We were meant to be friends, and sip tea in our Tasha Tudor-esque gardens.
I say that speaking as a woman with a small country house, and a baby orchard plowed down yearly by the deer, who I love deeply. I love them maybe more than the plums that will never ripen, or the baby pears that seem to always drop from the one tree planted inside the potager fence, yes that one tree is the one that seems to have some strange blight in its bones. Alas, we try, and we drive to the grocery store for our fruit.
You are feeding the world! There is a quote somewhere by Alice Vincent about how the thing with gardeners is that they will always look to the next year to sow that seed that didn’t germinate, to try again with that plant that didn’t flower, hope for the fruits that didn’t grow (or got devoured before they could find their way onto our own plate). My sweet peas still haven’t flowered and rather than squirrels, I now have a groundhog chopping the heads off my plants 😅 And somehow we keep doing it again!!