The Garden Anchors

The lesson I have throughly learnt,

and wish to pass on to others,

is to know the enduring happiness

that the love of a garden gives.

Gertrude Jekyll

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Two days of sunshine and warm temperatures helped me make progress on the painting and staining of the greenhouse and Rabbit Run Cottage-potting shed.

So much more to do and finish, but waiting for spring to return.  It’s hard to paint in a winter coat and gloves!

I’m happy with the changes and can’t wait for the plants and flowers to fill in the canvas.



Mother Nature, let’s get this party started!

April brings warmer weather and lots of garden chores to get things rolling around here!

Off to search for a right and left garden glove!



What Color Is Your Greenhouse?

Not a week goes by without a question about the little greenhouse in my garden.

I thought I would answer a few of the most often asked!

Yes, we built this greenhouse out of nearly all recycled material!

The greenhouse size is 10 x 10.

No, my husband does not have plans for the greenhouse–he does these projects in his head, not even a scribble on paper!

The color is a Dutch Boy Paint color called Pumpkin Stem.

I heat the greenhouse with electric heaters.

Yes, it really works as a greenhouse; growing seedlings each spring!












A Basket Of Tomatoes

And so much more.

In January, while the Minnesota soil is frozen and buried in several feet of snow;

my gardening soul dreams of these delicious tomatoes.

Dramatic? Maybe, but really, it’s not just the delicious tomatoes.

It’s the process.

The seeds carefully saved and sorted.

The kitchen garden plan carefully drawn out of paper.

The day I drive to Farmer’s Seed And Nursery to chat with the workers,

and purchase my potting ingredients.

When I gather seed trays and fill them, and place those first seeds,

the temperatures are usually well below zero here when these chores occur.

I long for warm sunshine, time in the garden, ‘bring on the sweat” I say.

The house quiet and sun bursting through my windows this morning, I gathered tomatoes.

Kitties weaved through my legs, and dew dropped in my eyes as I practically crawled into the plants to reach the ripe ones.

My arms are stained with tomato stem juices and it’s a fragrance not available at department stores.

I’m a gardener.

And today I’m going to eat tomatoes.

Heirloom Tomatoes
Heirloom Tomatoes