Why are we visiting gardeners in such disparate areas? Think of it as serendipity. It just happened as I was mousing about the Web that these were the garden sites and people who appealed to me on a Friday morning.
Although Chris Wiesinger's blog at the Southern Bulb Co. is connected to a business and not a completely personal blog, Southern bulbs are a subject in which I'm very interested. I enjoy reading about his jaunts about the South -- to Georgia, Virginia, Louisiana. From my perch in usually-chilly Boston, I love hearing about the weather down there (usually an improvement over mine).
And I learn a fair amount about bulbs, such as , and the not-so-glamorous but rewarding life of a bulb hunter -- giving talks, discovering white Roman hyacinths in a Texas yard, checking out reports of heritage bulbs in this tiny town or at that abandoned homeplace.
How grateful we can all be that there are people in this world who care enough to make sure that the old plants aren't lost forever.
Cheryl, who gardens for wildlife in Britain, has a wonderful motto: "Our greatest experiences are our quietest moments." At My Wildlife Sanctuary, she shows what that means to her: a granddaughter planting sunflower seeds, finding daffodils blooming in Cornwall in February, a visit to the Eden Project and the Lost Gardens of Heligan. Very soothing to the soul.