Many thanks to you, our customers, who joined us on Customer Appreciation Day! Despite the early torrential rains, many joined us early in the morning. By the time pizza and ice cream were being served at noon, the weather was clearing and eventually the sun and blue skies greeted everyone! Thank you for helping to make this year’s Customer Appreciation Day a memorable one!
I hadn’t seen my high school friend for quite some time. Life and geography just seemed to put a wedge between us over the years. One day I receive a phone call out of the blue from Leslie. She was going to be in the area for a business trip and could we get together for dinner? Surprised and delighted, I of course said yes. She would come to my house and I would make dinner for us.
Reunion day my ever-thoughtful friend did not come empty handed. She brought with her a small pink rose bush. She had never been to my house and was not sure what to bring. Her gift could not have been more perfect! We enjoyed catching up over the next few hours. Her hearing about my family and my children and me hearing about hers. We parted but not before promising to do a better job of staying in touch. This is a promise we have kept.
I planted that rose bush in my back yard and enjoyed watching it grow over the next few years. Our renewed friendship also grew. Again, life changes came into play and I sold my house and moved South. Sadly, I wasn’t able to take the rose bush with me. I have since returned North and my friend recently moved to the South. Funny how the geography keeps changing. I will be visiting Leslie soon….guess what I will bring with me?
The Garden (Woodbury, CT) and Dietrich Gardens (Cheshire, CT) are more than merely garden nurseries. Our nurseries are places that connect us to you…connecting our family to your family. Just as you take pride in your home, the Dietrich family takes pride in planting and growing beautiful plants that help you express who you are in an attractive and natural way. We understand and share your appreciation of the beauty that Mother Nature makes possible for each of us to enjoy.
Our family includes our employees who take as much pride as we do in helping you when you come to us. We hope to make your selection experience the start of your excitement as you choose your plants, to be exceeded only by your enjoyment as you watch your plants grow and beautifully grace your home, office, vacation home… or wherever you put them!
We grow with love and care to bring you the very best plants for your home and surroundings – from our family to yours.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.
This is a nursery rhyme that my children and I would repeat over and over when we would be working in our own garden. We didn’t have silver bells or pretty maids, but we did have shells from our visits to the beach decorating our garden. My children delighted in the sing/song that accompanied our work. Little hands digging in the soil can be both fun and teachable. Teaching my children about life in plants – care in watering, weeding and harvesting – is such a wonderful memory for me…and them.
At very young ages, my children learned to touch with “one finger” to be able to experience the delicate nature of a plant: their leaves and blossoms without being too rough in their touch. As they got older, they learned to use their fingers to push soil aside, play with worms, plant the seed or seedling, water and weed. Watching them lean in to take a deep breath of a flower is a picture I only have to close my eyes to see.
Mary, Mary…how does your garden grow?
It grows with love and memories.
I have always loved seeing a rainbow. The magical appearance of colors in the sky, aligned together and bent ever so gently, caressing the horizon in the shape of an arch. Rainbows inspire dreaming. Where do they begin…where do they end…does anybody really know? The same for my dreams…no beginning that I can remember and hopefully no end to my dreaming. What do I dream about? Mostly about the good life: those I love – my family and my friends. I dream of us being together and enjoying our lives. This includes those in my family who have gone before me. In my dreams they are with
me. My dreams are as magical as the colors of the rainbow. I love being surrounded by colors…there are never too many colors…and I love that there are seasons for some colors. White, red and green in the winter; yellow, pink and purple in the spring; lush greens and almost every color imaginable in the summer; and muted yellows, reds and browns in the fall.
I love all the colors, but I especially love red and white. Red as fire and passion, white as the purity of a blanket of snow. These colors speak to me.
What colors speak to you? Are you listening?
Summertime is so often family reunion time!
I remember my first family reunion on my father’s side. It was such fun reconnecting with family that I had not seen in years. My cousin, Geena, wasn’t a little kid anymore, but a beautiful and bright young woman with an international career, husband and two children. Her brother, Jim, now owned a local restaurant and my Aunt Rose was the hostess! And of course, I met family members I did not know I had. My family had moved to another state when I was just a child and as a result we saw family infrequently. Another cousin, Ann, was in charge of invitations to all family members she could find (and thankfully she found us).
Local members of the family were in charge of decorating, and decorate they did! Colorful table clothes, matching plates and napkins joined potted flowers on the tables creating a warm, inviting and festive atmosphere. As the breeze blew, it carried the gentle fragrance of the flowers to all nearby. It is hard to say what was more impressive to look at, the beautiful flowers or the piles of home-cooked foods displayed to be shared by one and all. A fun time was enjoyed by everyone that day!
At the end of the reunion, families were able to take home a potted plant so each family could keep the memory alive of our time together even longer. My fond memories of that day return as my daisies, with care, continue to bloom every summer.
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.
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.