Which came first the gardener or the seamstress? Since I have my very earliest memories of doing each, I have no idea. I know my Momma used to pull me in a wagon while she weeded the vegetable garden ~ and I sat at her feet while she sewed on her Singer pulling a big old darning needle through fabric in a hoop. So the two are entwined in me now and I can’t imagine a life where I didn’t do both!
I live in A high-rise condo, so my gardening, what little there is, is lived vicariously through my eldest stepdaughter at her farm.
But then all the plants of the world are rejoicing. I have a very brown thumb. Like I always say, “I even kill silk plants!” Which is funny, but I love gardening so…