Getting Started

I have several friend, church family, and family members who have asked me if I had a blog about my gardening. My response has always been, NO and don't plan on it. However, here I am starting this blog. I have decided to do this because I feel a need to share my trials, failures and successes in this wonderful hobby of gardening. 


I am in no way a master gardener. I am just someone who through trial and error, reading hear-and-there have come to love gardening. So please enjoy reading, but please do not base all of your gardening on my blog, please do not come up to me and say, "Dianna you said XYZ, but it didn't work..." because what I have found through my gardening is that what works for one doesn't mean it will work for all. 


I have read books by experts, following their directions to the "T" and have had no success. Most of what I know is from trial and error on my patio and now in my community garden.

Over this past weekend I harvested four cabbages, three carrots, one zucchini, a large handful of green beans, a bowl of cherry tomatoes and four sandwich tomatoes from my patio and community gardening. What this says to me is that all of my trials, errors, and failures have taught me something and I am excited to see what else I will get from this great hobby of mine.


I cannot finish this entry by telling you about where my green thumb came from.

These are my mother's parents, Holiday "Husky" Nye and Susan "Louise" Ritter Nye and they are who I can thank for my green thumb. I never spent time helping either one of them with gardening, but they both had their talents that have come down to not only me, but to my cousin Brenda as well and her daughter Amanda. 


My grandfather kept a garden as long as I can remember, until his later years in life. He had a large garden where he planted large amounts crops like corn, tomatoes, watermelon, beans and peas. He also had a smaller garden where he planted small amounts of crops that were used for the house at meal time. One of my fondest memories was when he would ask me to go to the garden and pick an onion and each time I was asked no matter how big or small that onion was he always told me I was the best onion picker and it made me feel great! 


My grandmother had flower gardens, they were beautiful. Filled with tulips, flags, daffodils and many other flowers. I cannot say that I have the same talent at growing flowers, but what I got from my grandmother was the passion for gardening and the love of it. My grandmother loved her garden and had pride at what she could grow; I have that same love and pride.


So here I go on my journey to blog about what I love. I hope that you can gain something from what I blog about. Please leave comments and tell me what you think sounds good or what is stupid, etc.


Dianna :0)