"I could pull weeds at the Green Briar Garden every day of my life, and I'd never get ahead of them," says Shirley, who spends every day trying. Here are the beautiful results.
"I had a birthday recently, and when my friends asked me what I wanted, I said I didn't need a thing in the world--except a bucket for my weeds," says Shirley, who got her wish.
The sun lights on golden groundsel. Six decades of wildflowers have come and gone in Shirley's garden, but this soil knows
the constant footprints of its caretaker.
Although it isn't a wildflower, Shirley adores the papier-like petals of the Double Oriental poppy.
"I'm so proud of my may-apples," says Shirley, showing off her prized blooms, porcelain-like in the sunshine.
Shirley uncovers the heart of one of her favorites: Jack-in-the-pulpit.
An unforgettable image: Shirley's sea of garden forget-me-nots