Gardening: I love the idea of it. I love the veggies and flowers. I hate the weeding, watering, cultivating and the WORK of it.
My parents are avid gardeners, like 8 acres of gardens. They love it, the work. My Mother always has the best tan and beautiful flower beds. My step-dad grows some of the best veggies for miles and I am spoiled to share in the harvest.
When we bought our home, the gardens were well maintained from years of love. In 2 years, I have not been as diligent. I love our rhubarb patch and I make many “crisps” during the season. I love our lavender bush, day lillies, iris, tulips, hydrangeas, hostas, babys breath and clematis.
Every year I grow some herbs, a few small tomatoes, peppers, onions, garlic…..mostly, if I can make one good batch of homemade salsa I feel successful 🙂
I do not have the green thumb that my parents have, nor do I feel like i have the time to truly have the garden of my dreams. This week, however, I am trying something new. I planted HOPS, yes the kind you use to make beer.
I saw hops fields in California last fall and I loved them. The vines and trellises full of green hops. The scent was awesome. So, what the heck. I reached out to a local brewer who had some shoots ready to plant and I planted them. I put some in the back of my garden and also some along our home. I hope they grow well so I can design fun trellis apparatus for it.
The back garden I hope will one day resemble this:
I have always wanted a whimsical, fairy homeland of a garden and I am in hopes that hops will do the trick.