When we moved here in 1990, the front pasture had, as Mother Nature deemed, filled with sweet gum trees, greenbriars (Smilax), grasses, mosses, bluets (we left them), Carolina Jasamine (we left some of that, too) and Loblolly pines. Every search of our plants and soil showed her that we had poor, sandy soil, sometimes mixed with clay. Nancy began her quest to replace Mother Nature as the architect and gardener. She started with the center of the pasture. After she found this cute sign, Garden of Weedin’, that became its name. It is now a summer-fall extravaganza of perennial flowers.