Monday, April 2, 2007

Monday Monday

Well, the weekend flew by as usual. I did not get the raspberry bed cleaned or anything else done outside for that matter, it was cold and raining. We had unexpected company which was nice, my son, daughter-in-law and grandsons, they were on the their way home to Dubuque after spending the night at the Adventureland Inn in Des Moines. I did get my computer torn apart and killed all the dust bunnies inside so the weekend was not a total waste.

We took the dogs walking both days, we seen American Coots (ducks) that were migrating through on the lake and a couple Magansers as well.

I started gardening when I was in my early 20s, my Mother did not garden, my Grandmother and several aunts did, I guess that is where my interest came from. They always had lots of houseplants as well, they were always sharing starts of houseplants as well as garden plants.

I remember quite clearly the first 6 pack I bought, of plants of course, I hope no one thought I meant beer :). They were dark dark purple petunias, the fragrance emitting from them is what caught my attention as I walked by. I have bought dark purple petunias each year since. At the time, I did know they were petunias from exposure to my aunts and grandmother's gardens. But I didn't know much else. But I read, bought books, subscribed to magazines. Ten or fifteen years ago I took the Master Gardener's class through Iowa State, I no longer am certified because I have not done my volunteer 40 hours every year, someday I would like to take the class again and keep up my certification. I had four years of Latin (Catholic school survivor) in high school and was actually able to put it to use reading botanical names.

I wanted to share a couple of pictures of last year's purple petunias.

1 comment:

Sally said...

I took the Master Gardener's classes too! Like you I did not keep up my certification either. But it was most interesting and informative. Purple petunias, huh? Go with the Wave or Fantasy or Million Bells and you won't have to dead-head. They certainly are the mainstays of the garden, though, aren't they.