This is my garden summer. If you follow me onย Instagram,ย Facebook, orย Twitter, you will quickly see that my posts have become progressively more vegetable and flower filled. In fact, thatโs where I was just before sitting down to write this column: out in my garden, procrastinating with a hose and trowel under the auspice ofย these weeds canโt wait; then further distracted in my Google search on โHow to get rid of June bugs on my roses?โ (Answer: Neems oil!)
To most, itโs far from novel, in either of Websterโs definitions. But you must understand, this is my first garden. Yes, in all my life. So I pray you pardon my social media exclamations over squash blossoms, sprigs of basil, hydrangea plumes, and zinnias. Planting roots was never part of the gypsy life. Plus, for nearly a decade, we lived in El Paso where gardens were made of rocks…ย
