My Gardenin' Granny

My grandmother is probably the biggest influence in my plant world (yes, they are separate, kinda...). My dad picked me up and we did a quick visit to Mississippi for her 80th birthday party, and I managed to take a few pictures, despite the lack of time. The backwaters are in, and I'd have loved to go out and take some pictures. That's how it goes, though.

Here I am at my grandmother's party. She was off with her guests, and I, being the plant weenie that I am, hung out with, you guessed it, the plants. My dad actually took this picture, and it's in focus, light, and my head isn't cut off, making it quite an accomplishment for him. Sadly, the only pictures where my entire head is included are really the most unflattering, like this one where I'm scrunching my face up. Thanks, dad.

And here are some of my grandmother's containers. She's gotten to the point where she can't maintain the acres of gardens she used to, so she container gardens. I wish I had her eye for colors and textures and all of that stuff!