FROM the AUTHOR:
From what I understand, the area was initially a large a garden (hence the name), until the city carved it up for houses, and kept that meandering look. My mother lived there at one point, and a garden with various shrubs stair-stepped its way up to Grand Avenue above the property. I felt something was lacking. So while taking care of my mother’s place while she went on a short trip, I decided to add some extra touches…..like tomatoes, potatoes, onions, peas, and nasturtiums. The place needed color.
The camellia bushes were not inspiring. I figured out where the automatic watering system was working, and just planted away. I never told my mother. It was a month or so after her return that she called me and asked what was up. Things were sprouting up everywhere. She was especially amazed to see golden nasturtiums trailing out of a little nymph statue that was centered in her garden. After harvesting her veggies, she kept the cherry tomato plant that had thrived near her back door. She had amazing amounts of tomatoes up to the day she moved.
My three favorite plants:
1. Artichoke plants – They are prickly and wonderful.
2. Apache plume…..it has flowers and feathers.
3. Giant sunflowers – they feed the birds and me.
My three favorite gardens:
1. Huntington Gardens in Pasadena, CA – fun to have tea there
2. The Boyce Thompson Arboretum State Park in Globe Arizona – one of the oldest and largest botanical gardens in the southwest.
3. Corpus Christi has two wonderful spots, the South Texas Botanical Gardens and Nature Center (don’t miss Scapdaddy Metal in Motion) and the Texas State Aquarium (perfect place to see fish).
Humorous Tales of Adventure, Friendship and Outdoor Ventures
Ragweed is a tribute to the whimsical part in each of us.
From the author: Readers often ask me how much of Ragweed is me. So I thought it might be fun to share the first lines of each chapter after stories and experiences from my own life. Feel free to share your similar stories in the comment box below. Better yet pick up a copy of my book and let me know if you enjoyed it. I would appreciate an Amazon review and thank you for your time.
It was a lovely spring day. Clouds circled slowly over the Santa Inez mountains. The blue sky was really blue. And although Ragweed was a mere five years old, she was old enough to recognize that her parents’ perfectly manicured lawn and garden was boring. It lacked luster. It lacked … well, plants.
Ragweed loved Lupines. They popped up unannounced in the spring, all purple and fun.