I hadn't planned on becoming a gardener. Except for the plants that I've developed an association with (as one does with songs or smells), I know little about how to grow things.
What I do know is that I have to approach my garden one plant at a time.
Interested in learning more about native perennials, I went to a nursery on Saturday to hear a local poet, Benjamin Vogt, talk about his prairie garden. Of the many plants he spoke about, the Purple Coneflower (aka Echinacea) was the first that piqued my interest. In order to become more familiar with it, I located an illustration and incorporated it into my collage.
If you like poetry or gardening, or both, visit Vogt's blog, The Deep Middle. I also encourage you to buy his garden memoir: Sleep, Creep, Leap: The First Three Years of a Nebraska Garden. This is not your grandma's garden memoir.
|June 11th, 2012: Purple Coneflower|