What are your earliest garden memories? (via The Eloquent Garden)

My dear friend Jan is the Eloquent Gardener. Jan is a horticultural therapist.
I think you’ll enjoy her first post.
I hope you’ll share your first garden memories with us.

What are your earliest garden memories? Before I tell you something..I wonder if you'd like to write down your earliest garden memory? Get a  largish piece of paper, perhaps a hand-made paper, or something very lovely. You may even want to frame this one!  Now sit, preferably outside, gaze at the horizon, remembering. Then begin writing. Be as detailed as you can….flowers, activities, people, scents, feelings, colours, places, gardens, kitchens, there may even be memories you may thi … Read More

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  1. My first garden memory is rather bizarre, dating from 1949, when I was 4 years old.

    . My grandmother and I visited her friend, Mr. Seifert, who lived near the East River in Manhattan. The UN was under construction, and they were making beautiful gardens.

    My grandmother, Mrs. Seifert and I crept over to the building site late at night, with large sacks and folding carts, typically used in NYC to carry groceries. We filled the sacks with earth meant for the UN gardens and wheeled it all home.

    I knew we were stealing- but I couldn’t understand why we were stealing dirt. Wasn’t dirt worthless? Were we still bad? What did it mean?

    When I asked, I was told it was OK to steal dirt, and that UN dirt was really good dirt, so it was very OK to steal that, and we weren’t really stealing anyway, we were just taking stuff home; after all, the UN had LOTS of dirt, and we didn’t.

    My next memory happened a year later. We were visiting Mrs. Seifert’s garden, which now consisted of waist high beds in the yard behind her brownstone. She raised lots of tomatoes, and I was encouraged to pick off the hornworms that ate them, put the worms in a big bucket, and mash them up with a potato masher.

    It was OK to kill them because they were bad bugs, stealing Mrs. Seifert’s tomatoes.

    All this was very puzzling. But I loved my grandmother and I liked Mrs. Seifert too, who had a small dog named “Lukshen,” which means noddle.

    1. Wow Lynn!
      You had very important dirt!
      And now you mention stolen dirt…. I suddenly recall driving miles out of Darwin with my dad at the wheel, the whole family in the car, and the trailer on the back to a mound of gravel, left by the roadside.
      If it’s possible to furtively shovel grave, that’s what we did.
      For the life of me, I cannot recall where we put it once we brought it home!

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