In the spring it is impossible to know what the fall will bring. With fertile soil and devotion, I nurture the blooms and growth taking place in the belly of my plot. Surprise is part of the fun. I have never been much of a planner…I mean, I think about the future—buying seeds and plants and mapping out my grand plan to accommodate for consistent harvest and color and making sure to keep myself busy all year.

In my clumsy life, the result is often different from the intention. I don’t always realize the consequence was so ideal, but eventually I understand that it shaped the gardener I am becoming.

So right now everything is budding and buoyant. Pics of what is blooming in my Missoula plot: forsythia; dandelion; vinca; peony; spurge.