Sharing my Garden

Tonight I was thinking about how I share my garden.  Even though I put the work into my garden, it is not just for me.  There are so many different ways I share my garden.

My husband is the first person I share my garden with, literally.  This is both a good and bad thing.  He often thinks he is helping me, like when I was in Charlotte, NC last fall and he chopped all of my climbing roses and clematis to the ground thinking he was helping with my fall yard work.  I may have mentioned this before, but he absolutely cannot grow grass.  Yet he likes to dump dirt all over our yard in hopes of evening it out.  The result =>

My climbing roses this year compared to what they looked like last year at this time.

My husband is great at helping me with any project I dream up.  He has built many fences and trellises for me, not to mention all of the new garden beds he has helped me build.

I also share my garden with all kinds of critters.  Chipmunks, rabbits, deer, bees, spiders, possums, hawks, eagles, and all kinds of critters visit my garden.  Their highjinks can be found all over.

 

I also share my garden with many neighbors.  Good and Bad.  I have two neighbors who allow my gardens to expand into their yards, and one neighbor who I hide with giant pine trees and fences, since their lawn grows taller than my plants....guess which one I try to hide from the pictures below.

I share my garden with friends and family,  including friends and family who are no longer here on earth.  There is an old door in my garden that once belonged in my grandma's house.  I look at my pond and I think of how my in-laws bought it for me when I graduated from college with my master's degree.  I look at my ladder and think of how my father-in-law helped me find an old ladder in the landfill.  I see my pencil cactus and think of how it spends it's winters at my parent's house.    I see the little garden gnome in my mini garden and think of my friend who made him for me.  There are so many memories that I share with friends in my garden, and I hope to have many, many more.

So if you ever visit my garden, realize that no matter how much work I put into my garden there are others who share in it's creation.