Gardening and I have a love/hate relationship. I would love to be able to have a nice, pretty garden, preferably a vegetable or herb garden because I love to cook, but nothing I ever plant does very well. I resent my lack of success in this area and resolve to try again every year. For eight years in a row nothing has grown. Eddie has better luck, so our gardens have historically looked very nice. Except now that he has a longer commute and we have two tiny children, he doesn’t have as much time to do yard work.
So our gardens this year are a mess! I ordered some roses & my aunt, who is an amazing gardener, gave us some hyacinth beans to grow a vine up our lamp post. So far both are growing, but not flowering. They are also amidst a ridiculous pile of weeds that has overtaken the front garden that poor Eddie worked so hard to clear out, edge & hire someone to come grind our 14 stumps from old bushes that died in this year’s record snowstorm.
I also planted a small vegetable garden with Nicholas, but so far everything is just tiny & green so I can’t tell the difference between the weeds & the vegetables.
But today Eddie was mowing the lawn and came in with amazing news! My raspberry bush had berries! 9 of them! Granted, some had rotted. Granted some of its leaves are dead. But it had berries! I’m calling this a success!
Also, I have managed to successfully grow basil & parsley in my kitchen window sill. I also planted rosemary, but that hasn’t done so well.
But still, 3 plants that have survived to produce something is better than none, right?
Does this mean that after years and years of trying my black thumb is turning green? I hope so!