Childhood’s Garden
Oct. 13th, 2003 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakI used to garden quite a bit. Down at a far end of the yard I had my own little patch of earth where I gardened from about the time I was 11 until I was 18. I planted a hogepoge of things, plants I dug up on my rambling walks around the Elizabeth area. Others I brought back from far afield when my family went on camping trips, and there were even a few that I bought through catologes and nursuries.
My garden was a semi wild place with plants running into each other and huge stones scattered about like the ruin of some older grander estate once stood there. That was exactly how I wanted it to be.
One of my favorite features in the garden were my moss and stone patch, where I had carefully picked away at the grass and transplanted pieces of moss between flat dark stones until I had a perfect little moss garden. I also planted there a few selected plants like the pasque flower. It’s a plant native to Colorado that looks rather like a fuzzy pale lavender crocus. They also have wonderful foliage; the thin leaf divides and divides again like interlocking forks and Ys. The seeds in the fall are also rather neat. A plume looking rather like some sort of fashion accessory made out of feathers. When one gets wet the tail on the seed will twist about and dig into the ground.
I also dearly loved my columbine plantings. Particularly a red one from near Durango, Colorado which always made me thing of comets or rockets. It’s one of the few things that I made a point of digging up to bring to the new house when my parents moved. My clump of flowers now grows in the front yard amid some of the rocks rescued by my parents from the old garden when they moved.
I did a lot of things that people later told me were impossible with this garden. Like transplanting Indian Paintbrush and digging things up when they were in bloom to bring back to my garden. These days I’m down to just a Christmas cactus in my apartment and a little columbine in a pot a work.
I think if I ever get a house I would like to try to recreate my moss garden.
My garden was a semi wild place with plants running into each other and huge stones scattered about like the ruin of some older grander estate once stood there. That was exactly how I wanted it to be.
One of my favorite features in the garden were my moss and stone patch, where I had carefully picked away at the grass and transplanted pieces of moss between flat dark stones until I had a perfect little moss garden. I also planted there a few selected plants like the pasque flower. It’s a plant native to Colorado that looks rather like a fuzzy pale lavender crocus. They also have wonderful foliage; the thin leaf divides and divides again like interlocking forks and Ys. The seeds in the fall are also rather neat. A plume looking rather like some sort of fashion accessory made out of feathers. When one gets wet the tail on the seed will twist about and dig into the ground.
I also dearly loved my columbine plantings. Particularly a red one from near Durango, Colorado which always made me thing of comets or rockets. It’s one of the few things that I made a point of digging up to bring to the new house when my parents moved. My clump of flowers now grows in the front yard amid some of the rocks rescued by my parents from the old garden when they moved.
I did a lot of things that people later told me were impossible with this garden. Like transplanting Indian Paintbrush and digging things up when they were in bloom to bring back to my garden. These days I’m down to just a Christmas cactus in my apartment and a little columbine in a pot a work.
I think if I ever get a house I would like to try to recreate my moss garden.
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Let me ask you this....
Date: 2003-10-13 01:48 pm (UTC)I'm not asking this to be a dick or anything, I'm genuinly curious as to what gardening did for you on a personal level.
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Re: Let me ask you this....
Date: 2003-10-13 04:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-13 02:12 pm (UTC)What made you remember this?
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Date: 2003-10-13 03:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-15 09:48 pm (UTC)