My Garden Bucket

Me and my bucket have a history!

This trusty ole garden bucket goes back a good 25 years! It was by my side at our first home laying a flagstone patio and it was happy to hang with me every spring, planting impatiens and dividing hostas which I miss here in the desert! It was there when I nestled hand picked rocks together to make beautiful walls with sedum tucked in the gaps. And it’s always with me as I’m pruning and dead heading and just making the rounds in the yard. 

But it’s much more than just a bucket.  It’s well stocked with all my favorite gadgets. There’s something about having everything you need at hand when you’re on your knees far from the garden shed or garage. 



Who Inspired You to Garden?

We all get our inspiration in different ways.  Sometimes it’s something impressive  and significant. A big wow moment.  In gardening maybe it was a vacation you took or a garden you visited.  But now and then it’s a small thing that you didn’t realize at the time that it would impact your life. 

How It Started

When I was a kid in Redondo Beach, CA my next door neighbor, Mrs. Knottman, had a lovely yard with a  low white fence in front. She was always out there in her fancy clothes and heels weeding and tending to her yard. Now maybe that was just once or twice?  You know, how you come home from work or church and see some weeds that need a quick picking? 

Though, she was from a generation that didn’t wear jeans or even slacks often. So maybe she did weed in her nice clothes all the time.  I do remember her as a classy lady with a classy yard!