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Welcome to my Gardens. All the photos are from my own gardens. I am an intuitive gardener. As a child I loved being in a garden. I remember when I was around the age of six. I had created a nice narrow path through a field to our closest and only neighbor. He was of Asian decent and had many bonsai trees inside his home. Outside his yard was lush, and be had a very large vegetable garden. I loved following him around and listening to him as he'd tell me why he was doing one thigh or another.
When I was in third grade we moved to Capitola, by the sea, where we lived in a cute little neighborhood, and I found many passionate gardeners to visit daily. I could always find them puttering in their gardens and they also loved telling me about their plants and their home countries.

Clematis Vine, springs first of blooms

Years later when raising my own family, we moved constantly. We would rent houses with over-grown yards. I learned to love those yards! With a little love and attention and pruning shears, I could recreate what the original gardener must have envisioned, and they became my Eden. I rarely lived in a house for more than a year, so I found myself turning toward indoor plants ( you know, I could take them with me). I loved creating lush kitchenettes and dining rooms that looked like a solarium like the ones you see in old movies. My plants flourished with all the love and nurturing I gave them. I even bought a long thin indoor watering hose that reached across the room.

Court Yard

At the time, I was unaware of the possibility of any bugs or disease inhabiting my house plants. I do not have a memory of ever seeing a bug or of having one of my plants die. I believe the reason must have been, if a leaf changed colors, I would just remove it. Heaven forbid if any leaf did not look pretty to my eye!

For two years, my husband and I with our four children, had been slowly traveling across Washington state and Oregon. I can still remember the last night before coming back into California. I was informed that when you wanted to bring a plant across the State line, inspectors pull each plant from their post and cut off the green leaves. If that was not enough, they continue to knock the dirt from the roots and dip the plant in some liquid and then throw the wet, poor root ball into a baggie and hand it back. Needless to say, that very last night in Oregon I took the longest bath in history, while my husband loaded the trailer, hiding my plants inside. I did not know which bothered me more, smuggling my plants across the border or imagining how I would survive the nightmare of watching them torture my garden babies.

Spa Gardens

In 1990 I moved into my home here with my wonderful new husband and in his home here in Santa Clara County. He had just removed all the trees and squared up all the bushes (Heavenly Bamboo and Bottle Brush bushes. And religiously mowed the two tiny square lawns in the back yard. Cutting them very short, to use as a putting green with hole included.
By 1997, I cold not longer wait any more and had to get m hands on "his "yard. Because I was used to revamping only, I found I did not know what to do without a jungle of over-growth or the bones of the garden ready for me. This yard was a clean slate. I decided to plant as many cuttings and transplants as I could find. Up to that point, I had worked with mainly shade plants and annuals. (That being, the moving and I never seen the yards the next year)

Words I read in the garden

My first challenge was to get my shovel into more than a inch of ground. It was solid clay. Therefore, I felt I needed to learn the difference between dirt, top soil and compost. It was then that I set my goals to become a Mater Gardener and a Master Composter. I was accepted into both programs. I studied, I learned, I experimented.

Now I have four compost bins cooking and one huge worm bin. I have planted over twenty tress and uncountable vines and plants. It has been said that I can accomplish more than the average bear in a very short period of time.

I want to share with you how I do this with ease and delight. In the "How does your Garden Work pages" I my thought process while I am in the garden. I do not see gardening in what is lagging, but in what is flourishing. I use gardening as a tool to practice positive thinking.

Fairy Chime in the grape vines

I also believe the garden has allowed me to learn where my true passion lies. I have also learned who I am and what I want to be. As the garden evolves, so do I. desire to share with you the magnificence I feel in a garden. How I motivate myself toward achieving any outcome I desire.

I find gardening to be healing and a gift to the should. A garden is a place to contemplated and to dream. "An hour in the garden, puts life problems into perspective". (That was writen on my very first stepping stone given to my gardens.)

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