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An Unexpected Guest

This winter I experimented by planting some plug plants, the idea being to grow them to maturity by planting time, and save money. In January the box of plugs arrived from Florida with much fanfare. I opened the box and was greeted by the optimistic foliage of some diminutive perennial geraniums, a ray of hope that pierced the heavy grey skies of a very long winter.

I set about planting them into larger pots right away. I was working in my studio, as the greenhouse was much too cold for the tender new arrivals, and had settled on the floor with everything that I needed to complete the job. Suddenly, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked around, there was a tiny frog, about the size of a quarter. A stowaway! What to do… I wasn’t sure how to overwinter him, and so put a pot over him so he wouldn’t escape and started to build him a house out of an old terra cotta pot in a sheltered place outside. Once the frog condo was complete, I brought him out and showed him his new home.

Sometime later, I crossed paths with a representative of the company which had sent the plugs. I thanked him for the bonus frog, and without missing a beat, he said, “Oh! You found Leroy!” I then had to tell him the rest of the story.

About five minutes after I had put the frog in his new home, I thought better of it, and decided that he would probably have a better chance of survival if I put his new house in the greenhouse, where it was marginally warmer. But by the time I got outside, it had been ransacked. Looking around, I saw one of our dogs licking her lips…

Poor Leroy.

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Why I love my Job

Garden Room Inked

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Imagine a job where you get to learn how to fly, and to travel through time. A job where you take something less than ideal and turn it into something both beautiful, and practical; something which makes people feel good. A job in which you get to solve puzzles. A job which combines music, art, sculpture, and dance all in one. And, you get paid to do it, to boot.

Sound too good to be true? Well, it isn’t. It’s my job, the job of landscape designer. My job brings me to interesting places, and in contact with interesting people. It begins in a place where there is a problem to solve; a muddy back yard, an ugly view, or no usable space for the kids to play in. I get to hear people’s dreams and hopes for their leisure time, and in doing so, learn about them and the…

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