Garden gratitude, week three
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45. I'm also grateful for the large number of plants that have been bred to grow well in containers. Visitors never cease to be amazed that I have shrubs, vines, grasses, perennials, herbs, lots of different kinds of veggies. Thanks, plant breeders, for making it easy.Skip to next paragraph
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46. How dull the world would be without raspberries! Once I discovered how simple they were for anyone to grow, I've planted Heritage raspberries wherever we've lived. (They produce crops in eaqrly summer and thoughout the fall, which I love.) For the first time that I can recall, we didn't have a pumpkin pie for our Thanksgiving meal. Instead, we had a raspberry pie -- pure delight.
47. Not that I'm not grateful for pumpkins, too. I can't get as excited about them as I do raspberries, but where would kids be without them at Halloween?
48. These gratitude lists all began with thinking about songs connected with Thanksgiving. What does that have to do with gardening? Well, in my case, I find that I hum the entire time I'm gardening -- anything from pop songs to hymns to classics. (Last night we watched "Wall-E" and I was tickled when my son commented on the humming robots.) I love "Now Thank We All Our God" and the first two verses of "Come Ye Thankful People, Come."
And, of course, "Over the River and Through the Woods," which is really named "A Boy's Thankgiving Day" and dates to 1844. I've always sung it "tro Grandmother's house we go," but Wikipedia says it's "Grandfather's house."
While my parents were alive, we always spent Thanksgiving with them. When I was helping clean out the house after they passed on, I found a file folder with the woods and music to "Over the River" in it -- and nothing else. Although I didn't remember the exact incident, I knew instantly why it was there. Some Thanksgiving we couldn't all agree on all the words -- and afterward my dad went to the public library and copied them so he'd be ready to settle the argument the next year!
49. I'm so very grateful for my mom. She was an inspiration to many people in many ways, and I suspect that I wouldn't have become a gardener without her influence.
50. As far as I recall, the extent of my dad's gardening was mowing the grass. But i remember that once when we'd moved twice within a year, he brought me a Queen Elizabeth rosebush for the new house. We stayed there some years, so every time I tended it or admired its roses, I thought of Dad.
51. My husband always tells people who admire our plants that I'm the gardener in the family, but his part is important, too -- he's a one-man admiration society, always commenting on whatever's in bloom. He also offers large amounts of encouragement, which often is what I need to keep me going. And he's the family's official hole-digger for whatever needs planting.
52. We and our neighbors really apprecaite our street trees in summer, when they provide shade, coolness, and a bit of privacy. But in fall, when they drop their leaves, we groan a bit because we have to keep them off the sidewalk and, eventually, have to rake them up from the street in front of our houses.
It's a tradition for many of us to rake and bag the leaves on Thanksgiving afternoon. Good exercise after a heavy meal. Besides, it's one of the few days that we can actually get to the leaves. Other days, cars are parked along the curb on top of them.
Last year, the leaves were late in falling and we were raking them up way into December. This year, with family here to help, we got them all up in nothing flat. What a feeling of accomplishment to stare down at the curb and see no piles of leaves there. We all feel grateful.