One thing I've always appreciated about people who like to garden is that half the fun is sharing what we have. We love to dig things up and give them away to friends.
I have such a friend, Roxanne Zimmer, who lives on the corner, at the bottom of the hill. It seems every week lately, I've been greeted with a potted something or other by the garden gate when I get home from work. A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned I needed to pick up 3 'David' phlox (phloxes?) and a couple of days later, there they were. Last week, she showed up with the 3rd lily of the season and yesterday I found a blue iris.
Though her gifts haven't been completely unreciprocated -- I gave her a dozen baby yuccas over the weekend and shared some mint and maple seedlings -- Roxanne is a little over the top with her generosity. Those Davids were purchased, not divided.
And though I know she gives with a happy heart, I'm beginning to feel a bit guilty. And conflicted. No more. Please more. No more, really. What's that you got there? Those are nice. No really, I shouldn't. You keep them. Well, if you insist...
And so it goes. But that's the beauty of friendship. And gardening. Isn't it?
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I need to find a friend like Roxanne! (Does she weed?) But isn't that one of the biggest joys of gardening - sharing the bounty of what we've grown!
That is how my garden was started, sharing!! It makes the world go around!!