My mother's mother was a phenomenal gardener and was active
in her Garden Club. I can remember being with Grammie in the garden when my
grandfather brought over a wheelbarrow of natural fertilizer (fresh manure)
from the barn. There was a tree that she had surrounded with a square of
planned beds.
I could not tell you what she had in those beds, I was too young
to really take note. I DO remember finding wild white violets not too far from
where she was working. I thought they were so magical.  | |
