Michele Owen over at Garden Rant wrote a very nice little piece about why she Belongs To the Wrong Generation and it got me to thinkin. I’m four years older than Michele and we’re both in the Baby Boomer generation of gardeners. And like Michele, I too think I was born at the wrong time. If I were my son or daughter’s age, and had two garden loving parents like they have, I would know exactly what my career field would be. Of course this is taking into consideration that a young 15-year old Terry had a love for gardening like he does now. Given the chance, I think Terry would have graduated from some top notch horticultural/agricultural/floracultural educational institution, and would probably own a garden center or nursery or garden book publishing company.
But, with woe, I unhappily accept the fact that I’m where I’m at right now for reasons not quite visible. Now don’t go thinking I’m layin around all day complainin and whinin about why bad things happen to good people; I have enough sense to know that I’m not the only one struggling and that there are millions more in worse shape than I.
Spring is a cliche for all things new. There’s just no other way to say it. So, having not said it, I’ll ready the garden beds again like I’ve been doing for the past 25 years and wait.