The garden I call “The Sandpit” lies facing east and is backed by a tall retaining wall of granite boulders. The soil is that of a blueberry barrens. Sandy and infertile, any hose water or rain runs down to Gregg Mill Pond, that is if any is left by the hundred plus year old maples. It is harsh terrain, and some might wonder what plants could even grow there. Yet here it is in the past few days, visited by migrating monarchs and hungry bees.
The wildflowers in this garden include Rigid goldenrod, Rough goldenrod, Ironweed “Iron Butterfly” New York Ironweed, and Yucca filamentosa “Color Guard”.
As you can tell from the little pot in the foreground of the last photo, these photos and these written words were not AI generated, nor will they ever be.
Some things belong to the human voice and soul.
Gardening On Granite 