A New Garden is Making Me Giddy

New Garden

Except in college, I’ve never been without a garden. Until two and a half years ago when I moved to Corvallis for a new job and was forced to rent a home. Oh, boy, was that ever fun. “Can I garden?” I asked the landlord.  “I’ll do all the work and buy the plants.” Who could get a better deal than that? “Go ahead,” he said. “Just don’t dig anything up.” Huh? He couldn’t stand to get rid of a diseased azalea, ratty rhododendron, overgrown nandina and butchered forsythia? Whatever. I gave it a go. I shoved my sharp shovel…

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