Boulton

I’ve been baffled over what to rip out of my garden and what to let thrive all spring long. It’s a question of beauty over reason, I think. Take the forget-me-not.

Despite owning a home and having a garden of my own, there are still so many potential spaces out there that are just begging for someone to love them. Often these are public spaces that go unnoticed, simply due to their transient nature.

As a young homeowner and someone who is pursuing a more, shall we say, creative career in the arts, I find I have had to be crafty with my gardening. In fact, I’ve learned a lot about how to garden on a budget.

I love going to the greenhouse and filling my cart full of plants. Who doesn’t? What’s even more satisfying, though, is dropping by a friend’s and unexpectedly leaving with a box of plants from their backyard. Shared plants are such treasures.

While some gardening advice is warranted — a discussion about where best to move this silver mound and when, for example — some is not. I liken it to the unsolicited advice new mothers get at an alarming rate.

I've always been fascinated by gardens. Growing up in Copper Cliff, we had the ugliest yard on the street. With three shirtless kids tramping around on it, our yard was more packed dirt than grass.