"RoseGarden" - - - - - - - from - nscave

When my wife was here, she always had a garden full of flowers every year. As a memory to her, I am trying to keep her garden going as it was before, but it is difficult as I did not pay enough attention to how she did it.

I grew up on a couple farms and am familiar with growing vegetables, but not flowers. So I am learning as I go along, from the internet, garden centres and so on.

On a recent visit to a garden centre I suddenly realized I could have been rich. No kidding! First there were these little bags full of cow manure for a price you wouldn't believe. That stuff was more than plentiful on the farm, and there was always lots left over even after the fields were spread with it.

Next to that were bags of sheep manure, for an even higher price. We didn't have any sheep on our farms, but the cows would have made me rich anyway.

Then there are bags of dirt. Dark dirt, light dirt, mixed dirt, any combination you can think of. Potting soil, window box soil, lawn soil, and special soil. Geeze we had all kinds of that, and it all came from the same place.

I am not finished yet. There's more. City slickers call it mulch. Pine mulch, cedar mulch and mixed mulch. Red mulch, dark mulch, black mulch and light mulch. On the farm, the woodlots were full of that stuff, and it laid around underneath the big saw table where we cut up the firewood, and where the wood piles were.

All that stuff was plentiful on the farm and a lot of it went to waste. I could have been rich, but what did I do? I traded my farm boy life for a city slicker existence. Now I am buying that stuff from the garden centre just like you are, making someone else rich.

-=One Day At A Time=-

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