The Little Things

Sometimes it’s the little things that make the greatest impact…especially when we don’t consciously notice, but our subconscious does. I like order and yet I like to be surprised. When my house is in order…I just feel better about my space. When it’s messy, cluttered, or tired looking, I don’t feel as much peace. A nice surprise at home might be sitting on my porch and seeing the new bloom on a flower, or a bird that I had not previously noticed fluttering about the yard. The bird has most likely been there…but somehow I had not seen him before.

Here at Dietrich Gardens and The Garden, order and surprise are both part of what we bring to our customers. Our plants are displayed in an orderly and attractive way that invites you to come in, look around and take your pick of what expresses the gardener in you. Take your time, there is lots to see.

The surprise here is how quickly our plants move out the door (in being purchased); and how quickly the displays change in order to highlight new plants. If you visit us several times during a season, you may not consciously notice all the changes, but your subconscious notices. Table top displays are ever changing, giving your mind’s-eye ideas on design and decorating. Visit us on a weekly basis and pay attention…you will see how much things change around here!

It may not seem like much, but to us, creating a consistently “new” and enjoyable experience for you is what we care about.

The Mighty Tree

During World War II, in the Alleghany Mountains of New York State, my maternal grandparents and my mother began renting a cottage on a small lake about an hour south of Buffalo.  My grandfather loved taking walks and would take my mother on many walking adventures around the lake and up a small mountain that was nestled beside the lake.  Even during the war years, these were special and magical times for my mother with her parents. My grandfather was offered the mountain to buy for the grand sum of $1000.  He did not have the money, but we loved to hear the tale of being offered a mountain to buy as we imagined having our run of the forest that clothed the mountain.

I called my grandparents Pa and Nanna.  I loved spending time with Pa and following him around as a child. When I was old enough he would take me on walking adventures, just like he did with my mother when she was young, around the lake and up the mountain that stood watchfully over the lake.

Pa and Nanna saved enough to buy a cottage when my mother was young and a birch tree was planted. By the time I came along, there was some shade to enjoy to get out of the heat of the summer sun. By the time I was bringing my own family to the lake, the tree had grown significantly, and so had the shadow it cast on a sunny day. My children loved to climb onto the hammock at the base of the tree to lay lazily in the shade and enjoy the warm breeze of the day while my mother told them stories of when she was a child.

These are the type of memories that span generations…all starting with the planting of a tree.