Sunday, June 19, 2005

More about me

I'm a writer by trade and by persuasion. Or I was until I accepted a full-time job that started as strictly writing/communications and then morphed (or "re-orged" in corporate doublespeak) into more of a marketing job. Ugh. But before that, I was a freelance copywriter. Still do some of that on the side, but what I really love is to write about gardens. I mean, what could be more perfect? Merging gardening and writing - two of my favourite things! I do write for a few garden magazines, GardenWise being my main client. Yay, me.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Back to Trites Road

My mother is an avid gardener. I grew up under her tutelage, assigned the gardening tasks greater suited to smaller, more pliable bodies. She would tempt me into the garden with entreaties to feel the softness of the lamb’s ear and to smell the newly opened buds of the mock orange. Then, before I realized it, I was working, head down, fingers flying as I weeded (it was usually always weeding), lost in thought and the glorious smell of earth. It was hard not to get drawn into my mother’s world, where the strangely alien arisaemas became friendly mice and the Constance Spry rose assumed a regal personality, complete with stiff-upper lip and aristocratic demeanour. As we worked, Mom would talk; about the benefits of composting, the aesthetic advantages of planting for contrast and year-round interest, or about the plants we were working near. After I moved out, whenever I'd visit, Mom would call me to the garden, usually before I’d even put down my bags, leading me around her half-acre plot of heaven, pointing out new additions or whatever happened to be in bloom.

So now Ben and I are living there (or rather, here), waiting for our newly-bought townhouse to be ready to move into. And as much as I miss the city and loathe the suburban nightmare that surrounds this house, I love the garden. I love the way the air changes as you pull up the driveway under the canopy of evergreens. I love the heady scent of blooms past their prime, the way the nights are so still and the silence only penetrable by the trains that punctuate the midnight hours. I love the blanket of seclusion my mom and dad have wrapped their home in - layer on layer - of the native, the English and the exotic. I love going barefoot to the raspberry patch and gorging on summer. I love the big skies and the tall trees. I love this place, my home.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Great Plant Picks 2005

Great Plant Picks is a plant awards program in its 5th year. Designed to help home gardeners identify unbeatable plants for their Pacific Northwest gardens, you will find well over 300 great plant picks that are high-recommended. Fail safe!

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


The girl who loves paper and pens, the smell of bookstores and all things tactile... is blogging. Okay, so I've been doing it for a while, with Ladies Junior League Auxiliary - Chapter XVII, but this is all me. And I'm excited.