Sunday, July 22, 2007

How Does Your Garden Grow?

Yesterday, we went to my friend's wedding which took place in St. Michaels, a great little town on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. The wedding was a traditional Indian wedding and was filled with vibrant colors and delicious foods.

St. Michaels is also home to many antique stores and fairly inexpensive garden shops. We decided to take advantage of the drive and scour the shops for more things for our yard.

I love to garden. A restful day for me is working outside for 10 hours if I could. I am constantly planting, transplanting, and moving both live and inanimate objects back and forth through the yard. As a neighbor once said, we are about one windmill short of a putt-putt course.

That didn't stop us from buying Mr. Suh, the newest piece of yard art for our back yard. In reality, Mr. Suh is our tailor who works in Old Town Alexandria and keeps letting out my pants as my trips to the gym become less frequent. But we like to name our things and Mr. Suh seemed like a fitting tribute to this Asian worker now prominently displayed in our backyard.

As I loaded the pictures onto my computer, I looked through the past three years to see how the garden has matured. Like children, you forget how much they've grown until you pull out old pictures.

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2005


2007

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4 Comments:

Blogger TastesLikeCrazy said...

Man, I can't wait until we get a backyard. I am having a major "garden envy" moment.

8:25 AM  
Blogger Bacchus said...

I'm jealous. Each house we put a bid on I start planning the garden work. I am planning a beeless garden i.e. minimal flowers or plants that attract bees.

I love Mr. Suh

10:45 PM  
Blogger Yondalla said...

I don't have a garden. I don't even have a lawn. I have a yard -- where weeds and children grow. Oh, and dogs ... um ... do dog things.

8:24 PM  
Anonymous Richard (Patsy) said...

Samantha, LOVE the garden shots. (You knew I would!) It makes my heart ache to see such greenery, such familiar friends each and every one of those plants! Every time I go out in the yard here in Arizona I get hurt -- literally. Everything's armed to the teeth here and downright hostile. I wish I could join you for 10 hours in your garden, dear!

3:18 PM  

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