“I still have the books my mother bought in her quest for garden knowledge. I’ve bought many more in my adult life as they are a wonderful source of inspiration.”
From this quiet space there was a path heading uphill through rock gardens. If we turned about we could head down to a greenhouse, broken and aged, a dangerous place with shards of glass to fear. Above the greenhouse were terraced beds where my mother tried her hand at growing watermelon, tomatoes, lettuce, corn, and beans. An overgrown patch of ferny asparagus was weeded and produced copious spears the next spring. We moved nine years later, but memories of this place continue to provide inspiration.
I still have the books my mother bought in her quest for garden knowledge. I’ve bought many more in my adult life as they are a wonderful source of inspiration. I love gorgeous coffee table books filled with impossible ideas, even though I only have two hands and a small pocketbook. Of course, the gardens I adore have owners with deep pockets and a staff of four or more. I am an information junky and through the years have filled bookshelves with books on garden style, shrubs, and trees, books on insects, and books on disease. There are many favorites for gardening by the sea or gardening in boggy places, gardening with roses or ornamental grasses, and most of all gardening with design in mind.
My best friends for the vegetable garden are “how to” books, letting me know the onions are ready to harvest when their green tops have toppled over and telling me to pull the garlic when the browning stems are tilting toward the ground. I have books on tending perennials and books on herbs and annuals. All these books inspire me.