In Cause of a Messy Garden: On ‘Soil’
Gardening has been on my mind lately because my mother was a gardener. She passed away last December, and I’ve been trying to remember those parts of her life that gave her drive and passion. She wasn’t a traditional gardener; she liked planting whatever looked good at the time. One summer she planted sunflowers that grew way over my head. Another year she seeded only mixes of wildflowers. I don’t think she planned most of the flowers that came up in a given season, and she didn’t care to section off parts of the garden for special treatment. She had a large square in the middle of the yard that was boxed in with old railroad ties that the neighbor must have given her. The porch was littered with pots of all makes and sizes.
Those summers I was never home, especially
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