I don't really garden. I don't like it much. I grew up with a mother who was determined to grow and can or freeze as much produce as was possible on a small town lot. On long summer days when all my friends were playing in the woods and fields beyond the town line, or hanging at the local pool, I was picking rocks and pulling weeds, and harvesting, cleaning, and processing mountains of tomatoes, green AND yellow string beans, peas, corn, strawberries...the list seems endless. As an adult I vowed I would.not.EVER. have a garden.

But . . .

I do love flowers. I don't like tending them, but every spring I am seduced by the bright colors, so I find myself buying flats of something pretty, and sticking them in the ground....hoping that somehow, despite my indifferent attitude and haphazard efforts, they will thrive and beautify my world.

I know, I know...\"good luck with that.\"