Today, the second birthday of Fairegarden the blog, we invite you, dear readers to join us in a stroll down memory lane. (Yes, we had a little snow recently. More to come about that later.)
Anniversaries and birthdays always bring about feelings of nostalgia and thoughts of the past. Let us travel in the time machine back to 1976 northeast Pennsylvania, when we bought our very first home. Renters for many years, the above house was really ours, all ours, and our first patch of earth to have and to hold and to plant. The photo shows our oldest child, Chickenpoet on her tricycle at the age of three and one half in the spring on 1978. There was a vegetable garden out back along with a couple of apple trees. A rose garden was also back there, tilled up from the sod at the same time as the veggie bed by a fellow who charged five dollars to do both. The photo quality is poor on all of these shots as they were scanned from old snapshots, but perhaps you can make out the soldier straight row of gladioli in front of the metal railings between the bun shaped yews that came with the property. Originally there were three buns along the railing, but in a bold move we dug one out to make room for flowers.
We lived in the Pennsylvania house for eleven happy years, birthing a total of four children while living in the three bedroom one bath home. In 1985 The Financier’s job transfer took us to southern California. While waiting for the closing on the home there, we traveled to visit friends who lived in the San Francisco area. We went to an overlook of the Golden Gate Bridge as part of the tour. The two children of our friends are flanking turquoise sweatshirted Semi while Gardoctor and Brokenbeat, the youngest, are to the side. Chickenpoet refused to be in the photo, she still is somewhat ornery about having her picture taken. We lived in California for three years. While scanning these old photos, two were sometimes scanned at once to save time. The lower half of this duo is from our garden in northeast Tennessee. We lived there for nine years. After Brokenbeat entered first grade I was suddenly home alone with time on my hands. As I told a friend, I could now read a magazine from cover to cover in one go. Gardening was attacked with gusto, learning all that could be gleaned from books and magazines. We had one acre of wooded land, it was paradise.
While still living in the northeast Tennessee home, we purchased a small house in southeast Tennessee, the same one where we now live. Daughters Chickenpoet and Semi were to live in the new house while attending college and we would have a place to stay when we visited them, about two and one half hours from our home. The arbor was built for the newly planted rose that later came to be known as Killer, Rosa ‘Alberic Barbier’.
Planting was done at the smaller house after several dying trees were removed from the property. There was a steep slope behind the house, very steep. When we had the back fenced, to offer some privacy for the bikini clad, we hope, sunbathing girls, we were quite surprised to find that the hill was also part of our land, a total shock. Here is the view from the top looking down on the back of the house with the new fence.
This is the scary view of the slope, after it had been mowed as far up as we were able to push the mower. Men with chainsaws had been hired to clear the hill, but they had left the site before finishing when stung by wasps who were living in some old fruit trees. Chickenpoet gave them the check I had left for her to pay them the agreed upon price and they never returned. The fact that a photo was even taken of the hill is astonishing, it was neighbor Mae who suggested it as a before picture. The wooden fence was on the flat area, chain link was used to go up and around the slope.
A year after buying the second house, yet another job transfer took us to southwest Texas. We lived there for three years in our first brand new construction house. The back yard, which was laughingly called *oversize* was a blank slate. Or as blank as a slate can be with hundreds of pine trees on it. The homes were built with sensitivity to the trees in the development, it was up to the homeowners to clean it up or hire it done. We had a watering system installed and the whole thing mulched. Paths were laid out and beds created. A foray into furniture and garden structure building took up much of our gardening activity, thanks to the knowledge of Gardoctor, who was in high school along with Brokenbeat. The girls remained in Tennessee. The photo shows the last thing we built before moving back to Tennessee, an orchid tea house. The bottom shot is of the newly cleared, terraced and planted hill after the final move back to Tennessee, three years after leaving to go to Texas. The shed was moved to the top of the slope and the steps were installed. If you look closely at the poor photo, you can see that the long block wall at the bottom has yet to be built. But the plants were in, always a priority.
A couple of years later, and many dollars lighter in the bank account, the renovation of the main house is complete. The rose Killer has regrown after being cut to the ground when the house was resided, a new metal roof put on covering the front stoop and painted.
Regular readers, (a big kiss and hug for you all!) have heard mention of the house next door that was purchased, knocked down and the garage built. We did move into the little house while the renovation was being completed. Seen above is the demolition and new garage. The driveway paving came later as our finances had to be rebuilt, once again. I am standing on the steps, all in denim talking to the contractor. Never to wear that ensemble again after seeing the photo. Neighbor Mae took this series of pictures. Her son built the garage and the addition that combined the main house to the garage a few years later, when finances regrew.
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*Ricki of Sprig To Twig tagged me for the Honest Scrap Award.
I do appreciate this honor, although we never follow the rules of these awards. While I have provided a link to Ricki, there will be no praising of the award nor will it be passed on in the normal sense. If anyone reading this would like to be awarded and write a post about themselves, consider it yours and have at it. The award will go into our trophy case on the awards page which can be clicked on our sidebar listing of pages. As if the above life story that has been illustrated is not enough, here are a couple more things that might interest you, or not.
While we still were living in Texas, we became grandparents. When Chickenpoet told us she was with child, I literally fainted, falling down to the floor with the telephone still being grasped. I was present for the birth of MA, a happy day indeed. The Financier was informed that we had to move back to Tennessee. Period. He made it happen, for which I am eternally grateful. Upon becoming a grandmother, it seemed like a good idea to get a tattoo. Don’t ask how this reasoning occurred, but suffice it to say that on a visit back to Tennessee, there were many many trips made in the gas guzzler from Texas, by myself, driving all in one day, fourteen hours to the small house where Semi now lived with various roommates, sixteen hours to Chickenpoet’s house in northeast Tennessee, could this sentence get any longer? yes it can, Semi talked me into going to a Tattoo parlor in Chattanooga. You see, she had a coupon. The look on my face says it all. And yes, it hurt like crap, excuse my language.
One more little item before we close.
I am from Oklahoma, Tulsa to be exact. Near my parents house was a wonderful city park full of plantings, paths and rock structures, including this grotto over a fish pond. I would spend many an hour climbing and playing at this park, even after growing older. I was fourteen at the time of this snapshot, taken by my girlfriend and partner in crime, Amy. We were in middle school and the teacher of Social Studies, do they still have that class? was a young fellow, just out of college. We used to hang around after school and beg him for rides in his fancy car, I believe it was a new GTO but could be mistaken. Added: the car was a Chevy Supersport, with little fancy criss cross flags on the back. It was a nice car and he was willing to give us a ride, on one condition. He had a large wooden paddle, used daily on rowdy students, always boys, giving them swats at the front of the class. It had holes drilled in it, for extra pain. He told Amy and me, or maybe it was our idea, that if he swatted each of us he would then give us a ride home in his car. And don’t tell anyone. Well I am now telling. He did not hold back with that paddle either and it hurt. Worth the car ride? No way. We never did anything like that again, but his class was the only F that I ever received. Of course it was turned into an A with a couple of artistic pen marks before my parents saw it. There are lots of paths that can be taken from this confession. I suggest we not follow them but will leave you with one little tidbit more. When this teacher would call on me in class, he would say “Lolita, er Frances”. At the time I had not read that bit of prose, or seen the movie if it had even been made yet, but knew the gist of it. Don’t ask.
Just a little scrap.
Frances
What a fabulous post, thank you.
Lots of gardens, plenty of story and a touch of flummery:perfect.
Nice tattoo: I have a bumblebee where you have a butterfly.
Frances, so kind of you to scan the old photos. It is lovely to see your gardens past and present. Great to see the old house you knocked down, after reading about it so often. The snow looks pretty – hope it doesn’t last long!
Best wishes Sylvia (England)
First of all, Frances, I want to thank you for taking the time and energy to put this post together…hope you put those wonderful pics back in the correct order in the photo album 😉
2nd…Happy Two-Year Blogaversary to you! I so enjoy reading your posts…this one, definitely a favorite 😉
All the moves, driving back and forth (what a trooper!), your ‘first’ garden…etc..fun to read!
Third…and now you are my hero…a tattoo!!! I’ve been wanting a tatt for a while now (daylily, of course!) but haven’t worked up the courage…worth it? Maybe I should wait ’til I become a grandma too…lol!
4th..love the ‘honest scraps’ tidbit! Next report card, I’m gonna look REAL close at those straight A’s my daughter gets…lol! Sweet and innocent we were at age 14 but I gotta say that pose on the rock…you look like a lotita *wink*!!
Fifth…I could go on and on but you’re probably nodding off now…..
Lynn 😉
I have always wanted a tatoo but when I heard it was painful I never followed through. Ha… You have been busy in your life Frances.
Frances, Happy Blogaversary, I hope that there is many, many in your future.
So excited to see all the old photos, I love seeing before and afters. I have been wanting to post mine, but I did not get a digital camera until May of this year and have been asking my friends to see who has a scanner. Great idea taking them with a camera. Of course, now I have no excuse not to do it. lol
And by the way, you have great legs!!!
Frances .. I am still laughing about the paddle plot ? LOL
I love before and after pictures … and the story lines were great. Happy blogiversary girl !
Happy blogoversary. I loved your history lesson.
Happy blogoversary Frances. I have always took inspiration from your cute cute blog. keep blogging.
Happy blogoverary Frances. I, too, got a tattoo when I became a grandmother – Tinkerbell on my right hip. Somehow doing something so youthful helped with the transition. Loved your retrospective
I love to read of your adventuresome ways, Frances. My ears aren’t even pierced. We do however share a gardener’s heart and I feel fortunate indeed that you share yours. Happy Blogiversary.
What a fab post-so great that you had all those photos, albeit blurry, to tell the tale, That last photo (what great long legs!) and last story was a blast.
Happy Blogaversary, Frances! I feel as though I’ve spent the morning sitting at your kitchen table with a cup of coffee, just chatting away. No, I’m not referring to the length of this post, but to all the information you have packed here. It was great to see your gardening journey from those early days to now, and I appreciate all the time it must have taken to find and scan all these old photos. I enjoyed seeing the little house next door that is no longer there–I always wondered about it. (I couldn’t enlarge the photo of the one, so the denim outfit looks fine.)
I appreciate your willingness to bare all here, including your tatoo. Your openness is one of the things that makes this blog such a delight to read. I have to admit I briefly considered a tatoo one time–a rose, of course. But I’m glad I didn’t; I am not the skinny thing I once was, and that rose would now be the size of a dinner-plate dahlia:)
I do hope the teacher described in your final paragraph moved on to another occupation. He’s the type that give the rest of us a bad name; I think you might be lucky that you escaped with nothing more than a hard swat. But it does remind me of some of the escapades Beckie and I had back in middle and high school–not sure I would ever want to be that young and naive again:)
The snow is starting to fall here…hope you have a great week, Frances!
It was neat to see all the photos of your house’s transformation and your previous homes. Where was it in Northeast TN you used to live? I was in Johnson City during high school. Congrats on your blogaversary!
Can’t believe it’s already been two years, Frances! That’s just awesome, and every post is as fresh and interesting as the previous one. I hope you never lose your enthusiasm, and I look forward to many more entertaining and informative and heartfelt posts from you.
Are you still pleased with your move to WordPress? I’m trying to decide whether to move, stay put, overhaul the blog, or shut it down–after four years, I’m feeling like there are just so many out there, do I have anything useful left to say. We’ll see.
I have a tattoo also–got it last year in Kansas City, on my ankle, as a souvenir of several things that are important to me. I didn’t find it hurt, but I really liked the artist, who was in his late 50s-early 60s, and an interesting person who explained everything. I don’t need any more, mind you, but I like the one I have. 🙂
I am a janie-come-lately, in the blog world, but since discovering your well-turned phrases and fabulous photos, I just keep comin’ back. After reading your post the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “Holy grail of blogging confessions!” I really enjoyed it and found your moves difficult to understand as my tap roots ran long and deep in the same spot for over 20 years. It’s a pioneer spirit you have Frances, from crawling into a hot car to moving so many times.
Congratualtions on your second blog anniversary and I look forward to following along in the coming years.
PS Needles terrify me, so no tatoo on this body
Frances! Happy Anniversary! May you have many many years more of entertaining, interesting, heartfelt and beautiful blog postings. I so enjoyed this post and the metamorphosis of your life and gardens. Having lived thru construction projects I admire your resourcefulness in surviving all that. It would seem you have found your pot of gold at the end of your rainbow . . . unless you plan to move again! You have created a magical lush garden and now inspire hundreds of other gardeners the world over (I count myself in that number). Your blog is stellar! Though I could never have the courage for it . . . I do so love your butterfly tattoo. Sigh . . . a little flutterby would be my choice too. Quite the way to celebrate being a grandmother . . . shows a youthful plucky spirit! Then I recall your handling of the snake! Enjoy your day . . . Now I will go back and find your very first post! Carol
Ah dear Frances, you are a riot…and apparently a bit of a wild child! 🙂 Love it! Nice seeing all the old photos of the houses and gardens….what a transformation in the house you are in now.
I had to laugh about your daughter not wanting to be in the picture. My younger daughter was the same…we were in Nuremburg Germany, relatives visiting, and wanted a nice picture in the gasthaus…Becca hid under the table. She was a stinker. Oh and happy blogaversary to you too! Twins! (a year apart!)
Yay! Fantastic post! Many Congrats and Happy Anniversary!! I enjoyed yrou story and photos..very lovely..thanks for sharing yoru delightful journey!
Happiest of Blogging Anniversaries my friend! Can you believe it’s been two years~~time flies when you’re having a wonderful adventure! It has been a great adventure filled with friendships and garden changes. I so loved this post~~the transformation of the college dorm/party house to fairegarden was magical~~and a great deal of difficult work and planning. Seeing the photos that your dear friend Mae took have helped me see the changes. Now I know exactly what you mean when you refer to the old driveway. Have a great day and I hope the sunshine returns to Tennessee soon; but, it is winter. gail
Oh, my Frances. That’s why I never so me-mes. Happy blogiversary. The tattoo really takes the cake.
Dear Frances, happy blogaversary! I’m in awe of all the transitions in your life. Truly in awe. Isn’t it interesting to think of how your gardening skills have grown too? Love the tat. And I didn’t know that you were an Oklahoma girl. Must be why you’re so “scrappy”. 🙂
Best wishes on your blogaversary and here’s too many more of them Frances. Have often wondered whether having a tatoo hurts and much to wimpish to try 🙂 Enjoyed your retrospective post.
Hi Frances,
Happy Blogoversary. I always knew there was a wild side to you. 😉 I thoroughly enjoyed this post, it was extremely enjoyable to read more about you and to see that demolition! You’ve come a long way, baby!
Rosey
Happy Blogaversary Frances – doesn’t time fly?
What lovely tales you’ve given us in that time, particularly this one 🙂
A little scrap like yours would be cause for major legal action against a teacher in today’s world.
And did that little tattoo really hurt all that much?? Wimp. ;~P)
(I”m sorry about the comment trouble you’re havin on my site. Maybe I should get rid of Disqus.)
A very ambitious post Frances! 🙂 Very interesting to hear your history, both in family and gardening terms. You’ve done a wonderful job with the garden.
I’m beginning to think that I’m the only person who hasn’t been inked. lol We watch Food Network a lot and so many of the chefs are literally covered in tatoos.
I’m a fairly new reader and now I know what I’ve missed. Thanks for taking the time to scan those pictures. You have had a very interesting life..so far. Balisha
Congratulations on two years blogging! It was fun reading about your history and to learn that you are from Tulsa (hometown to my favorite actress, Jennifer Jones!). I was exhausted after reading about your numerous moves – I bet you were happy to learn that you were returning to TN for good. Love the nicknames of your children!
That was fun! I didn’t recognize the house or the property from that first picture of it. It’s so neat to see the evolution.
A beautiful post. Thank you for sharing the pictures and your life with us.
Willow
Oh my Dear Ms. Frances, you are cracking me up today! I love very bit of scrap in this post!! ( I linked to you today)
Happy Blogoversary Frances. What an interesting history of the gardens and the gardener. Congratulations! Sometimes, I wish you and Gail lived in Oklahoma nearby so we could swap plants and stories face-to-face, but alas, it is not to be. However, I love being your virtual friend, and we’ve been lucky enough to see each other twice too.~~Dee
Happy 2nd Anniversary, Frances…and lovely post. 🙂 My second Blotanical anniversary passed on the 3rd and I didn’t even notice. 🙂 I also have a butterfly tattoo, with flower.
Frances,
Revelatory…. and not just a bit intriguing!
Happy wishes and hugs on your blogaversary.
You’re the tops!
btw, Lolita was recently on public t.v. one Saturday night – the entire uncut version. I was too young to see it – legally, when it was released. Rated X, as I recall. My bff and I dressed as maturely as possible: excitedly, we stepped up to the ticket window, and wowsa! were allowed inside.
Much of the story was lost on me at the time, but the experience has morphed into one of the more feisty acts of my young life.
No tattoos, yet! Ouch.
xo
Alice
“Better stop there.”
There is much eroticism in the garden. Take the aroma of the rose garden for example, stopping there often leads to….okay, “better stop there.”
Wonderful stroll indeed.
I enjoyed learning all this about you very much! Who knew you had a tat! I’m waaay to much of a weenie to ever get one. I’ve been thinking of doing a retrospective post of my 2.5 years of gardening, so maybe I should get on that seeing yours a bit….
There has to be a collection of earrings, waiting to be blogged about?
Congratulations on your Blogaversary Frances.
Well that’s one of the more open and frank honest scraps.
Isn’t it amazing retracing life and digesting the changes and progression.
I’m always in awe how you folk in the states take distance in your stride. 14 hours to here, 16 to there. I’ve been wingeing about my pending 13 hour drive back to the UK for Xmas, but most of it is in a nation where tale gating and blind over taking is the national sport.
Happy Blogaversary! It was fun to see how Faire Garden came to be and your history of your gardening. You really moved around quite a bit. I love the picture with the Foxgloves at one of your earlier houses.
I knew there was something extra cool about you, your tattoo 🙂
Mercy, Frances, and happy blogiversary!!!! Given how fine your blog is, how outstanding, how perfect in every way, it’s pretty much impossible for me to even think that it’s just two years old. Kudos darlin’!!!!! You done a damn good job. And of course I loved the photo on the rocks. I have one of me, circa age 12, lying enticingly on a boulder on one of my birthday outings to the Smokies. but fortunately it was taken by my parents and I didn’t have to deal with randy teachers, at least until college.—Silence
Two years Frances, congratulations. You have had such a meteoric rise. How could you not when you are such a wonderful generous gardening fanatic.
Seeing some of the old pictures to go with the stories was nice. Such a modest house you demolished to expand your gardens. A bit like the tiny house my great aunt lived in for many years on her three acres of gardens.
Hey Frances, Fun post to read. Wow you have been a busy girl over the years. It is nice to see it when you look back over it don’t you think? Snazzy Tattoo. I am surprised it is not a flower though. My son just got one on his 18th birthday. It’s a flower chosen by each of the women in our family. Needless to say it covers his arm~ elbow to shoulder. It is a nice tribute to his grandmothers, myself, aunts, cousins and sister in law but I would hve preffered a nice painting on the wall. I guess he hears about flowers waaaay to much. At least I have influenced him somehow. go figure. Anyway, your house and garden history is great and busy. You certainly have come a long way garden wise and your garden now is awesome…even more so now that I saw the before pics. Nice work!
Congratulations Frances, I really enjoyed following you in you adventures. I do understand about traveling all by yourself. I did it for many yrs. My love of the mtns, you know.
Never would have taken you for being from Oklahoma. You seem like a Tn. girl from head to toe.
Funny, I’ve been called Lolita also. Even my old doctor.
Happy blogaversary can’t believe it’s only been 2 years. I guess I just remember years of gardening and stories. Your blog is awesome! I am a bad daughter for not reading it all the time! What a picture of you!! Amazing! U are a knockout! I will always remember your trip to get tatted in Chattanooga!! I am so lucky to have u so close. Lots of love!! Semi
Happy cotton anniversary! I will celebrate mine next month. I appreciate the peek into your life, but that last bit about the paddle was a little creepy. My first grade teacher’s name was Miss Leather (no lie) and she was not afraid to paddle either. I got it bent over her lap in front of the whole class for putting a pencil down the dress of the girl who sat in front of me. Can you imagine what would happen to a teacher in this day for doing what yours did to you and mine to me?
Hello Frances,
What a lovely post. I love the trip down memory lane and seeing the different homes you lived in and the beginnings of Fairiegarden. I have toyed with the idea of getting a tattoo. My oldest daughter is 23 and married….so I think I will wait for them to tell me they are pregnant and then maybe I will get the guts to go ahead and get one. You have inspired me :0)
Frances, loved seeing all the houses and gardens in your past. And how your present one came about. Such a lot of love (and work!) have gone into all of your gardens.
My 2 cents anout that teacher-a dangerous person! I would bet he went on to abuse lots of children and may have done much more than paddle. We were way too naive to question authority figures back then. I hope kids today are getting the message that this kind of behavior is not acceptable. Okay-I’ll get down from my soap box.
Happy Blogverary and here’s hoping you have many more!
You have so many gardening/blogging friends Frances! I think this is one of the most important achievements for you as a blogger. Happy 2nd blogaversary and many more to come! I am impressed with all the moves you made and gardens you had. But most of all, four kids -I take off my hat to you! I appreciate the time you took to scan and organize the old pictures. It’s interesting to see what you had before your magical recent garden. Stay healthy and continue to enrich our lives with your light spirit and sunny personality. Have a happy Holiday Season!
I enjoyed seeing the different places you’ve lived and reading about them. Happy blogaversary!
I remember when you first started blogging! It’s hard to believe that it was two years ago! Happy blog anniversary to you, Frances!
Only two years? As Christopher commented, you’ve moved so quickly to the top of the heap and become to well-known in garden-blogland that it seems you’ve been around much longer, Frances. Congrats on 2 years of excellent posts and lovely pictures and lots of humor. I look forward to many more!
As a fairly new reader of your blog, I have been piecing your story together and working out who is who in your family. To have it all explained (and even illustrated!) is wonderful. Thank you. And it makes what you have achieved even more terrific. You certainly inspire me to make more of the little patch of land I live on 🙂
Hi Frances, what a wonderful two years of blogging and inspiration you have provided. I appreciate your enthusiasm and your warmth. And especially I adore the last photo of you at the edge of the pond. Reminds me of Alice (from Wonderland not blotanical) Cheers, catmint
Hi Frances, what a fascinating post – and, goodness me, but what a lot you have packed into your life!(gosh, that last sentence sounds so terribly English doesn’t it? Ah well, can’t be helped!)
Congratulations on your two year blogaversary and may you long continue to inspire us all!
*hugs*, Nutty
They have said it all, Frances. Happy, happy blogaversary! Thanks for sharing your old pics.
I think the paddle episodes that we may/may not have experienced should count as credit for parenting class, so our kids could say with amazement, “How did you know we were doin’ that?” LOL
No tattoo on me, but my DD has one.
Happy Birthday. I love your tattoo and the photo of the cedar waxwings! You sure have moved around a lot!
I love those pink lawn chairs!! And, you had a snowfall already?!?!?! We haven’t though one is predicted overnight. I hope so
Happy Blogaversery! Oh, those many houses and gardens just make me dizzy! I really don’t like to move, or go through a remodel, so admire you for treating it all as a big adventure…
I forgot to tell you I like your tattoo. I have a scar on my back from sleeping on a heating pad when I was in my 20s. I have been thinking about getting a butterfly tattooed over the scar, but in my research, found it usually hurts more to tattoo over scar tissue. That makes me not so sure about it. I would have to do it in a June, because you have to wait a number of weeks before getting into a swimming pool. I get into the pool every day at the school I work at, assisting a special education student. Also, I haven’t decided what kind of butterfly I would want there, maybe a monarch.
Do you ever think about what a wonderful thing you are doing for your children by keeping this blog, Frances?
It’s funny how we divide up our lives according to where we lived when a certain thing occurred. Future occupants would probably be so grateful to know about all the happiness that went into raising your children and gardens in those places- good karma.
oh, and before I forget – Happy Blogoversary!
Thank you for those kind words, Jen, you have really hit a nerve here, a good one! Having the blog is something my grown children seem to enjoy, even though they are now too busy to comment much. It is there for them whenever they want it. That is so gratifying to me. There were lots of happy times in those previous houses. I was always happy with the people who bought them from us too, giving them the tour myself that made the final sale. It is funny, I stayed clear from the houses when they were being shown by the realtors most of the time, until something told me to stay and hide out in the garden. When they would find me back there, they were always the buyers of the houses. The ones that bought our Texas house were very special, they kept our cats, Tiny and Cher so they wouldn’t have to be kept in a kennel while we remodeled the house in TN. When they, the new owners moved, they took the cats with them too. And she made me a necklace that hangs on my car mirror still. Very good karma indeed. 🙂
Frances
What a fabulous trip down memory lane! Thanks for this one. I enjoyed every picture and every word.
Happy Anniversary – and a wonderful post too. I thought it funny that you were shocked to discover you now owned a steep hill as part of your garden. I’m glad you made the effort to scan the old pictures – it makes your story seem much more real.
The most enjoyable Honest Scrap ever! Happy blogiversary, Frances! I’ve always loved seeing photos of your garden and it was good to see the start of something so beautiful.
I like your tattoo…lovely butterfly there.
By the end of your post I am quite speechless and I will have to leave it at that!
Congratulations on your anniversary and an interesting and amusing post. Quite the rebble.
I have been away seeing Dad and so behind but glad I stopped by to read this one. The garden in the snow looks a wonderland.
Hi Frances, I’m back again. First, thank you for your words of encouragement and support; you warmed my heart, as always, and as you can see, I decided to hang it down for a while longer. Actually I feel rejuvenated.
My tattoo is of a Celtic cat since I’m a Celt and we all know my favourite people are cats! The same time as I was having mine done, a friend was having a tribal-art butterfly done on her shoulder, (she already had two, one on her ankle, one on her wrist) and it didn’t bother her at all. Now, the tattoo artist told me that the less flesh there is under an area, the more it’s apt to hurt, but also that people have different thresholds of pain–and that some even get a buzz from the sensation of being tattoed. I was so interested in what he was doing, I never moved even, just watched him. No problems with it either.
I chose my ankle so it wouldn’t have far to fall as I aged… might end up on sole of my foot by the time I’m 90 😉
Happy Blogiversary, Frances – and thanks for a most engrossing, enlightening and entertaining post!
I remember when you started out as a commenter a couple of years ago – it wasn’t a surprise when you made the jump to blogger … you have so much experience and love of gardening to share. Your kids must be popping buttons with pride.
Annie at the Transplantable Rose
Happy Blogaversary Frances! 1976! It must be 33 years of history to share here. Indeed its a moment to reflect & treasure. Thanks for sharing.
Happy Blogaversary. Thanks for the walk. Enjoy it!
Wait up Frances – I’m a little late but I had to add my Congratulations. We are almost the same age – in Blog Years – but you are way ahead of me in skill – and have provided inspiration almost from the very first.
Oh dear, nowadays I am really really late in commenting. Frances, Happy Blogaversary and may you have many many more. I look up to you as my mentor, a fine good example of a great blogger. Actually, when I was new in Blotanical, I didn’t even dare to make any comments during my visits to your blog. There are so very many comments, I wonder how you could reply each one. But you did and that was what impressed me most. Boy, am I glad that Ricki tagged you, so now I get to know more about the ‘other side’ of you. You are hot and sassy. Seeing your tattoo makes me want to get one too. Now, I’m thinking what picture to use and how to sound it to my ‘Dear’. Perhaps I can convince him to join in the fun.
Frances, Many, many happy returns of the Blogaversary! What a lot of friends have come to your party — glad I didn’t miss it. We all obviously like coming here, and you make us feel so welcome. That was a fun visit; genuine, engaging, surprising. Thanks for being so scrappy. (However, if Leon Russell’s “Home Sweet Oklahoma” remains stuck in my head all evening, I’ll also have you to thank. Mind you, worse things could happen!)
Haven’t posted a comment for a while Frances, but your blog continues to fill me with inspiration. Hope you have a great Christmas and I look forward to many more wonderful pictures and posts here in 2010.
nice article, from the nice blog. I hope u still keep the good job. Your story is very interesting, your house, your tatoo etc. I have always took inspiration from you. keep blogging.
thanks for sharing
Wow. Now I am glad I gave you the award so I could be directed to this post! I obviously need to spend time in people’s archives, but I feel lucky if I am able to drop by once in a while to just keep up.
Imagine what would happen to that teacher nowadays, had you shared your experience with your parents! In spite of the rather electrifying story, I love the grotto picture.
And your travels through time and space are fascinating. How many gardens we have both created over the years. Sometimes it boggles my mind how much we can get done. I don’t know if this happens to you, but sometimes I look back and wonder how in the world I did it all.
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