Did that title grab you? No, it is not some gimmick to entice people to read my poor blog. And no, it is not the name of my new band.
Besides, I do not have a band, new or otherwise. So why would I name one?
I digress.
Anyways, over the years, I have tried to grow living plants. I have wanted to feel the fruits of my labor and the wonder that is eating what you have carefully nurtured from seedling to the end product. Lofty dreams have filled my head since I was teenager of becoming my own gardener.
And that dream, dear friends, has yet to become fulfilled.
You see, it all started when I was probably around fifteen or sixteen. My mom had granted me permission to start a small garden in the back of our home. Armed with all kinds of tools that looked garden-y to me, I headed towards a peaceful spot on the berm.
Remember those lofty dreams I was talking about? Yep. Those were filling my girlish brain. I thought of tomatoes and corn and potatoes and watermelon while I tilled and hoed and threw out rocks. Then I laboriously made rows that my precious baby plants were going to be cradled in.
Then one day, it happened. Someone, who shall remain nameless, ran over my garden.
Sigh.
Now he, I mean, this person, did not know I had a garden. And this parental unit person did not know as he backed up his pickup truck over the berm that he was crushing seedlings and ruining rows. Poor things never got a chance.
To this day I have managed to kill 99.9 % of everything I have tried to raise that involves photosynthesis and dirt. Their was that one year where I managed to grow several different herbs and actually use them in our food. But that hasn't happened since.
My husband jokes that when people give me plants as gifts, that the plants are screaming on the inside, yelling "HELP! Please don't let us go to THAT woman!"
And yet, here I am again, planning for something new: container gardening.
I wonder what will come of it. And will I turn over a new leaf?
Sorry. I couldn't resist that last sentence.
Look out for further updates. . . .
24 February, 2009
I Kill Plants
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8 comments:
You can do it! I have faith in you.
Here we grow again...or will they...
Ann - Thanks! I need the encouragement. :-)
Terry - now, now, dear. . .
Yay, someone else kills plants!! I have to have the absolute hardiest ones and they eventually succumb too. The only ones I have partial success with is roses!
Hi Kelly.
I'm not that great with house plants either. I do have a nice garden though
LOL! Shelby says that Mansfield Park was good and she is now reading Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte.
They say practice makes perfect! LOL Definitely give it a try. I still can't grow tomatoes and I eventually kill every Boston fern I get!
~Kelli
This post made me laugh! I am the exact same way. I've always said that plants wilt in my presence. I've grown two things successfully- impatiens and spaghetti squash. I didn't realize that squash grow on vines before I planted them. They took over my entire back yard... it was crazy. So even my "success" was a mess.
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