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Somebody Else’s Garden: 2010

photo of gaden
photo of gaden

Someone Else’s Garden

I passed a tiny side entrance to Homewood Cemetery, an huge old city cemetery where so many famous and infamous are resting, and instead of crypts and tombstones in this back corner, I saw gardens and remembered the public plots for gardening instead of burying this garden had always offered.

Well kept by ever-changing groups of volunteers, the garden site has hosted several dozen gardens since some time in the 1960s. I love to look at gardens, and can only imagine sharing garden space with total strangers.

But gardening makes friends of us all.


What the Beans Are Doing Now

bean blossoms

Bean Blossoms

Taking a break from photos of Pittsburgh for the moment, here’s an exciting update on the beans in my garden.

I was enthralled by the way they so joyfully sprouted, all in one day, about a month ago. Now they are blossoming with those lovely delicate crepe-paper blossoms; this is the green bean blossom, which is always violet, while the yellow bean blossom is always white.

We don’t always think of our vegetable garden as being full of flowers, but how else do our vegetables bear fruit? All through the season you can find them, some as bold as a pumpkin flower, yellow-orange and bigger than your hand, and some as small and delicate as the bean blossom.

Click here to read the other bean entries. And soon well have beans.


Somebody Else’s Garden

public garden plots

Somebody Else's Garden

I passed a tiny side entrance to Homewood Cemetery, an huge old city cemetery where so many famous and infamous are resting, and instead of crypts and tombstones in this back corner, I saw gardens and remembered the public plots for gardening instead of burying this garden had always offered.

Well kept by ever-changing groups of volunteers, the garden site has hosted several dozen gardens since some time in the 1960s. I love to look at gardens, and can only imagine sharing garden space with total strangers.

But gardening makes friends of us all.