One of my great pleasures working at Groff’s Plant Farm is interacting with other gardeners. It’s a great joy to see what customers have in their wagons and hear about their garden plans. Overall, I think 99% of the gardeners I have met are happy souls, particularly when they can visualize their gardens with the plants they purchase.
As a group, we’re hard workers. We battle weeds and vermin and love to dig in the dirt. There’s something very satisfying to putting plants in the ground and tucking them in. There’s another pleasure in pruning or giving the plants a needed haircut or pulling noxious weeds.
My season at Groff’s is over for the year, and the emotions are truly bittersweet. But, having a day or two off means I can finally work in my garden! Health hiccups in the last two years have prevented me from keeping my lovely gardens pristine. I was a garden warrior this past weekend, battling crane grass and wild strawberry — horrible, invasive weeds!. I planted a few things, but most of my time was sitting on the earth, pulling weeds, and re-acquainting myself with my lovely gardens. I can’t complain. As the sun moved across the sky, I moved to a shady, cooler garden spot to continue pulling weeds. Worms were my good friends; they popped up at intervals to see what I was doing in their space. We built a fire in the fire pit for respite and burned the garden debris, ending the day with dinner around the fire and a lovely glass of wine in hand.
There’s still a massive amount of weeding to complete, and twelve yards of mulch are waiting to be spread in the driveway. It’s all good.
