Like many DC townhouse dwellers, I have a small patch of garden in the front of my house. Small, as in miniscule, but somehow in the first three years of living there I managed to pack it chock-full of roses, hydrangea, and peonies. I always wanted a garden as a child but grew up in a “lawn” household as opposed to a “flower” household. Finally I was able to indulge my green thumb.
Well, almost. The first three years were blissful escapes into the world of gardening, but then somehow the past three years have seen the end of the honeymoon. I’ve waged a hopeless war against black spot for my roses, peonies that refuse to bloom, and that hydrangea seems to require boatloads of water (yeah, that “hydra” should really have clued me in). Not to mention my hopeless campaign against weeds, which began to resemble the One Hundred Years War.
I need to rekindle my desire, so I hope to make time to visit the 2006 Washington Home and Garden Show, running tomorrow through Sunday at the Convention Center. There are usually beautiful displays and lots of garden goodies to buy. The last time I went to this event was back in ’98 when I was still a sad apartment dweller fantasizing about English roses. Now that I’m a pro (ha!) perhaps I’ll get even more out of it than fantasy.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs