Flowers. The most consistently farmed item here are flowers. My husband, pictured next to me, has a green thumb. But a green thumb is not something you are born with; a green thumb is something that combines one’s love of plants and variation with an environment that is conducive to growing and maintaining plants. A real green thumb involves curiosity about the day-to-day magical evolution of plants and a willingness to dig in the soil to investigate and preserve plants.
Willing is too passive a verb. One must be pulled to their plantings as a rock star is pulled to the stage. The passion must be there, or else it is a chore. For me gardening is mostly a chore, just this side of drudgery, but I love looking at gardens, reading about gardens, and taking photographs of gardens.
“Gardening is ageless,” my husband read years ago. And he is right. It is a place, where I see little ageism and a coming together of people of all ages in awe of the colors, shapes, and shear wonder of individual plants. Nothing beats a peony in June or a big beefy tomato in August for bringing people together in a positive way.
On this little piece of the earth, each year brings special focuses and dimensions to the garden. One year, we looked in magazines and saw how pretty white plants looked at Twilight. Radames went out and bought many specimens of white plants here are some pictures. I never appreciated the white but when you see the variety of textures and shapes and the contrast against green and different colors, this non-color is beautiful.
Here are some samples.