Garden blogging, all the rage?
I've been a lazy gardener since earliest days when my mother had me water the pots of petunias and sweet alyssum. I ate apple mint fresh from the boarder around the small patch of grass, and gloried as lilacs and iris announced the arrival of spring.
I'm all growed up but can't shake the urge to pick things from the yard. I live in zone 17 now, the San Francisco Bay fog belt. Rental housing doesn't lend itself well to expensive perennials, so pots, annuals and things I can eat will be my garden superstars.
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