The front door to Roseledge gardens opens to the many gardens of this historic property of John Meech 1720. Where roses scent the air, masses of colorful blossom's burst from the beds, bees and butterflies flit happily about.
This is my inspiration. With the help of her husband Sandy and some local boys the plantings provided a palette of flavor and a color combinations that we use in our most requested recipies.
Once I got started (4/94), I couldn't stop myself...and the gardens now go on and on...
When winter arrives here, the garden books come out, and sitting by the wood stove in the early hour of the dawn is my favorite time.
Our grdens take a little while to to get started but with the arrival of the red wing black birds to begins. In a quiet way, the buds of the black pussy willow tree open, and the yellow finches begin to brighten up yellow. You know it's here when the sun peeks in the west kitchen window and it begins...
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