I have been fascinated by gardens just about all of my life.  I think it started with Mrs. Forester when I was six years old.  She was a very old lady, at least in six year old terms, who lived next to us in urban Indianapolis.  I don’t know if she was widowed or just a spinster but she was always nice to me even though I was probably a pretty hyperactive kid that most old people have little tolerance for. Mrs. Forseter’s back yard seemed like it was a palatial estate when in reality it was probably no more … Continue reading A Gardening I Will Go…