Eternal Optimists Make Ideal Gardeners

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My sister can grow anything, even alpaca. Me? Not so much.

My sister can grow anything, even alpaca. Me? Not so much.

I’m now on the far side of 60, and have never had a successful garden.

That is not to say that I haven’t grown things! I’ve grown juniper plants, beds of ivy (accidentally), hedges of oleander (can’t be stopped), two rose bushes only forty-six years apart, a patch of spearmint, and acres of tumbleweed. Two Christmas trees, three rapid-growing poplars – two of which have survived for 18 years.

Oh, and zucchini. Let’s not forget zucchini, much as we might want to. And some various and sundry stuff planted in two raised furrows between the zucchini and the tomato plants.

They were cherry tomatoes, I was told, by the wonderful gentleman who gifted me with them and encouraged me to garden. Thank you, Earl! They would have produced lovely cherry tomatoes, but they were far too busy producing creepy worms.

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