After a year without a garden Chris and I now have two. Kinda. Our parents are kindly letting us help them with their garden, but I think they are rather enjoying the free labor. Ok, I suppose it is our due since we are enjoying room and board at each of their homes, but at least it is a pleasurable form of labor. Of course all of it is just making me wish I had an acre or two to plant a gigantic kitchen garden, build a greenhouse to grow all of the tropicals we used to, and to grow all sorts of interesting natives and bulbs.
Until then we have their yards. Here’s a small tour of Chris’ mom and step-dad’s yard and what’s growing there.
A zinnia. How do you pronounce this? Chris and I used to say “Z-een-yuh” but it sounds a lot like the coral Xenia that Chris used to grow so now we’ve taken to calling it “Zin-e-uh”. I don’t like it as much.