Ok so I can’t spell.
I have created a blog with a major spelling error in the title and the email address! So I have corrected the errors and created a new blog post: http://theuncommongardeners.blogspot.com/
A good friend kindly pointed out my error. Thank you Ray.
I actually had a friend set up my initial BlogSpot The Uncommon Gardner. See it’s missing the ‘e’ between d & n. The word is correctly spelled but a Gardner is not a Gardener! (I know, so easy to blame some else. But it is my responsibility to correct my errors.)
I didn’t spell check. The word is spelled the way it sounded. Microsoft Word didn’t pickup the spelling error. So the old blog became The Uncommon Gardner.
The new blog is titled The Uncommon Gardeners
The address is: http://theuncommongardeners.blogspot.com/
So I am requesting everyone here who has so graciouosly signed up to follow my former blog to please sign up again at my new blog post: http://theuncommongardeners.blogspot.com/
I promise this will only hurt once, not nearly as mush as it did when I set up the new post: http://theuncommongardeners.blogspot.com/ I copied my posts and am including this post as my third on the new blog post: http://theuncommongardeners.blogspot.com/
By the way the new address for the blog post is http://theuncommongardeners.blogspot.com/
Just click on the link and you’ll be there.
Thanks for your patience.
Happy Gardening.
About Me
- The Uncommon Gardner
- I grew up on Eastern Long Island, on the North Fork, graduating from Mattituck High School. I always had a concern for the environment. We lived across the street from a saltwater wetland; it was called a marsh then. We were about one mile to the public beach. About one-half mile to the marina where Dad kept the sailboat. There was a potatoe farmer behind our house. We could see his farmhouse from ours, half a mile away - nothing between us & him but potatoes. The next door farmer, Pete, raised corn, jerusalem artichoke, rhubarb and tomatoes. I used to walk ¼ mile to the creek and dig for mussels during low tide. Then Mom would boil some fresh corn. Mom and I would sit outside, at the picnic table, eating the five gallon bucket of freshly steamed mussels, throwing the shells into the driveway. I grew up with a great appreciation for natures' bounty, whether it's fresh caught fish, just steamed mussels, newly picked corn or tomatoes Mom grew in the backyard. I also grew to appreciate the beauty of the North Fork, even more now that I live in the big city. The beaches, the farm, the wooded areas, the marshes, all natures’ beauty.
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