It was Liberty Hyde Bailey who wrote in The Gardener (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1925),
“Gardening is more than the growing of plants: it is the expression of desire.”
What do we desire from of our gardens?
I’ve started a list of what I desire from my garden.
I desire a garden with new blooms each month, and in the growing season, I want new blooms nearly every day.
I want my garden to produce good food, starting with early spring vegetables and ending with late fall harvests.
I want it to delight me with tiny surprises like the diminutive snowdrops that spring up when there is still snow on the ground and then bowl me over with opulent displays of stunning blooms in all colors at the height of summer.
I want my garden to be forgiving when my time has to be spent away from it. I don’t want it to ever look like it is tended to by an absent gardener when I’m not there.
I want it to be a poor place for weeds to grow, but a rich place for the plants I love to grow.
I want my garden to feed my soul, even if I forget to feed it with fertilizer.
I want it to remind me of the family and friends who’ve added to it with shared plants and shared visits.
I want my garden to be about more than growing plants. I want my garden to help me grow, too.
That’s not too much to desire from a garden, now, is it?