I have 4 garden muses who flit and run through my garden. My Wonder Kids are my constant source of inspiration. From watching ladybugs, catching worms, to planting seeds, our garden was and is still being created for them. I want it to feed them, fire their imagination, increase their knowledge base, and become a lifelong memory of joy and delight. While Sweet Hubby and I do the majority of the work in the garden (for now, since the Wonder Kids are still young), the Wonder Kids are the driving force behind growing vegetables and flowers. Growing vegetables they may not eat or another round of pink flowers is all an exercise in teaching them the delight of growing their own food and the beauty of our world. Some of their desires for our garden include watermelons, a sunflower fort, strawberries, blueberries, bean pole sails, and a squash tunnel. The Wonder Kids are constant sources of inspiration.
My garden mentors are a more exhaustive list, comparatively. I’ll start with my mother. My mother could grow anything. She had a whole hand of green thumbs. Remembering her beautiful roses, cacti, hanging baskets, mason jars full of cuttings, and snowball bushes brings quick tears to my eyes. My other mentors include my dear friends in the Sea Oats Garden Club of Brunswick, Georgia. They taught me how to grow flowers and friendships, since you can’t have one without the other. A constant source of encouragement, they shared cuttings and wisdom with laughter and grace. My former neighbor Mrs. Marion introduced me to coastal native plants. She had a coastal jungle of flowers and trees that were native to our beloved Georgia coast. A shovel and bucket was always in the trunk of her car for reclaiming a native plant from the roadside or an abandoned property.
More recently, my mentors have included my in-laws with their large, lush garden, my homeschool co-op garden, many of the gardeners listed on my “Virtual Links” page, the legion of garden friends I’ve met on Twitter, new friends I’ve met since our move to Atlanta who ripped out their front yard to create a veggie garden, my new neighbor who brought over tomato seedlings she didn’t need and stayed to tell me her family history of seed saving, and, well, I could go on like a love-struck teenager. Learning from so many people has increased my ability and desire to garden. They have encouraged me to expand my garden and my mind for the benefit of my family. I am, and will always be, grateful for their sharing of wisdom and plants.