Where it all begin. In it I talked about *my* first garden. But honestly, where my love of gardening and gardening experiences began were in the gardens of my Mom and my Grandma.One of my first blog posts was called
On this trip I did dig up a few clumps of corydalis, and several of Mom's ferns (including this one which had made it's way out of the border), and was fascinated by the fiddleheads in the process.
I'll take lessons from the side of the house where Mom says she doesn't mess with - letting the plants spread as they may. Lesson one - I found the green white color scheme soothing, calming. It is one I will use in my own garden. Lesson two - skip the Snow in the Mountain, which is probably the influence behind the let the plants go attitude.
Gurnee Garden Center and Jamaican Gardens), a stop by Wadsworth Feed and Saddlery for alfalfa pellets and cocoa hulls, a bucket of ferns in the back seat and Mom's Corydalis tucked in the right corner.
When I arrived home, planted the ferns and potted up the smaller divisions. Made me smile this morning as I left for work to see these pieces of "home" waiting for their new spot in my current home.