Friday, August 28, 2009


My mother's people are gardeners.  That's a post for another day - maybe when we are knee deep in a good old fashioned nor'easter.  I made my living for quite a few years as a gardener - working on private estates, educational institutes, and small precious New England gardens.  During those years I would bring plants to my mother that struck my fancy.  She was always very gracious about my offerings and nothing was left unplanted.

I was wandering through her august garden this week and admiring her boxwood and european ginger - gifts that I had brought so many years ago, ones that have done so beautifully in her small manicured space.  Enjoy.

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