The popularity of gardening
Published 08/28/2009, The Jamestown Sun
My mother was a gardener as are my father and my wife. On the other hand, my own gardening experience began and ended with my annual hand-spading of Emma’s gardening space when I was a teenager. (Maybe I should add that I picked salmonberries from our backyard in Juneau, and also raspberries from a bush in Bozeman before I had my trophy room built in its place. But in either case I think that would be a stretch to call berry-picking “gardening,” particularly since I didn’t even plant the bushes!) Still, it interests me that gardening appeals to so many people. I see the first vestiges of it while returning from Manitoba and Saskatchewan in June — the manicured gardens laid out with precision in the coal-black soil of prairie towns in those two provinces and in small town North Dakota. These gardeners obviously do it right, without a weed in sight … sort of like a well-painted house or finely finished gunstock — nothing sloppy or haphazard.Word count: 626
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