Notice the sagging upper level? The lack of pruning and the generally sad composition? Thankfully, my Mom is my gardening cheerleader. She came for the day yesterday and we got some serious work done. I almost cried halfway through, when it seemed impossible, but she encouraged me to keep going. There is now the beginnings of a garden I could learn to love. . . if I didn't kill all the plants in the moving process, that is.
