Today, I am thankful for my dad and my gardens.
If he had lived, Dad would be celebrating his 86th birthday today. Instead, over year after his death, I am honoring him in my own, very private way, in my garden.
I spent the weekend tidying my backyard garden - just in case Dad was curious and checked in to see what's blooming. Despite the 90 degree-plus temperatures, I spent several hours weeding, pruning, thinning, deadheading, mulching and watering.
Just in case, of course.
I hope Dad was happy that at least one of his five daughters (me) inherited his gardening genes and became a rather accomplished gardener. He never said a thing to me about my endeavors. Still, I'm sure he was proud of me, especially since I garden in a very challenging environment - the arid, high plains of the Colorado Front Range.
So, in celebration of Dad's 86th birthday, I'm inviting you to take a short walk in my gardens. Warning: the plants are not as green and lush as the ones he grew in Southern California.
Most of mine are xeric: drought-resistant or drought-tolerant. Many are Colorado natives. Lots are deer- and rabbit-resistant. Some are edible. All are lovely.
|Backyard garden - looking west|
|Backyard garden - along the north fence|
|Backyard garden - another view looking west|
|Backyard garden - looking towards the northeast corner|
|Backyard garden - another view looking towards the northeast corner|
|Backyard garden - north fence|
|Backyard garden - north fence, close-in view|
|Backyard garden - shadier section along the house|
|A daisy for your thoughts, Dad ... Happy Birthday ... we miss you.|
For these blessings, I am very grateful.