tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post8287795947540453558..comments2023-11-05T06:37:03.280-06:00Comments on A Corner Garden: Why Do I Garden?Corner Gardener Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10631500918579405664noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post-25253590131094848432008-12-09T20:30:00.000-06:002008-12-09T20:30:00.000-06:00Thanks for all the great comments. I love them!Be...Thanks for all the great comments. I love them!<BR/><BR/>Beckie, I forgot to mention we grew raspberries at the place we lived for 18 years. We would get an occasional bowl, but usually, we'd just go out and pick a few and eat them right there, and the birds would help themselves to the rest. Thanks for the compliments.<BR/><BR/>Connie, That's a funny story about your mother, and now you. I am guilty of the same thing. I tell myself, "Well part of the reason you're gardening is to put food on the table, so you better not be too busy to prepare what you're growing or buying from the Farmers' Market!" I don't always listen, though.<BR/><BR/>Catherine, I'm glad you've been stopping by. It's fun for me to get to know someone from France. Yes, I am very fortunate to have this place to garden. I sometimes wish I had a larger yard, but I am realizing that in many places of the world, having a yard my size would be considered a luxury.<BR/><BR/>Darla, I like your comment about nurturing family and flowers. I'm glad you liked my little history. One thing I realized I left out was the year my dad relented and let me have a flower garden for the garden club at school. I don't remember how well it did, but do remember my parents having to remind/nag me to take care of it. Also, we picked a bouquet that I was so very proud of, and when our former landlady came over for a visit, we had to put it in a different room because she was allergic to it.<BR/><BR/>Jan, I think it would be cool for others to tell their histories with gardening, too. I'm thinking I should find a spot for some raspberries. I grew red ones before, I think. I wonder if squirrels eat them. We didn't have that problem where we lived before.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Cosmo, I am not remembering your name at the moment. I like what you said about dogs wagging their tails. I have been asking my parents since before I started blogging to see if they have any old photos of gardens, even if there are people in them, and they aren't of the garden. So far, they haven't found any.Corner Gardener Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10631500918579405664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post-50980706915707611402008-12-08T07:17:00.000-06:002008-12-08T07:17:00.000-06:00I love your story and your old pics--I think it's ...I love your story and your old pics--I think it's a great response to Stuart's prompt (it's like asking our dogs why they wag their tails--they just do and they always have!)Cosmohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14260783700118031314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post-57884515225949892942008-12-07T19:59:00.000-06:002008-12-07T19:59:00.000-06:00It was nice to see you at different times in your ...It was nice to see you at different times in your life and hear a little about how the garden has played a role at each point along the way. Like your raspberry story, too. JanJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12844013803699228989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post-85766879778222861952008-12-07T18:17:00.000-06:002008-12-07T18:17:00.000-06:00What a wonderful history that you have documented....What a wonderful history that you have documented. I loved it. Why do I garden.....why wouldn't I garden is all I can think of? There's something about nurturing...wether it be family or flowers.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13061146166736270529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post-82258023832692161392008-12-07T15:37:00.000-06:002008-12-07T15:37:00.000-06:00That's a great passion for your free time, Sue. Ho...That's a great passion for your free time, Sue. How lucky you are to have had a garden.<BR/><BR/>(I've just changed of apartment twice!)Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10916324312194538199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post-8444157434289701672008-12-07T14:19:00.000-06:002008-12-07T14:19:00.000-06:00I enjoyed your little history of the role gardenin...I enjoyed your little history of the role gardening had in your life. It is certainly something that gets in your blood, isn't it? My mother, who passed away 2 years ago in Feb. loved her garden and would go out there and just forget the time. When dinner failed to appear on the table, we knew she was in the garden. Now it happens at my house. :-)<BR/>The garden is a great blessing and enjoyment to me.Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15539232387597508849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333330062798605073.post-55996932555321842152008-12-07T12:42:00.000-06:002008-12-07T12:42:00.000-06:00Sue, this is what I am goimg to like about winter ...Sue, this is what I am goimg to like about winter time posts! We get to know more about each other. I love the first picture of you with those TALL glads! And the story about the raspberries. All through, you get a feeling of your love for the outside and plants. I think you are right. Gid made you that way.beckiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400859161321357279noreply@blogger.com