Monday, August 15, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Flower Love...
Growing up, I never
thought of myself as a green-thumb--brownish-black was more my skill
level. However, as an adult, I took pride in my ability to keep
houseplants alive--they even flourished under my care which surprised me to no
end. Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for those poor helpless victims that grew outside.
When I was 24, I decided to try my hand at planting a bunch of annuals in a little flower bed just outside my back door. They died within days and it took me awhile to figure out why. Could it be that I never bothered to add potting soil and planted them directly in the sand instead?? Yea...that might have had something to do with it.
In 2008 I planted my first vegetable garden and I've been addicted ever since. I get so much joy from all the hours I spend babying and talking to my plants. If someone would have told me when I was 16 that I would grow up to be a woman who actually derives pleasure from keeping all of the garden beds free of weeds, I would have thought they were nuts.
When I was 24, I decided to try my hand at planting a bunch of annuals in a little flower bed just outside my back door. They died within days and it took me awhile to figure out why. Could it be that I never bothered to add potting soil and planted them directly in the sand instead?? Yea...that might have had something to do with it.
In 2008 I planted my first vegetable garden and I've been addicted ever since. I get so much joy from all the hours I spend babying and talking to my plants. If someone would have told me when I was 16 that I would grow up to be a woman who actually derives pleasure from keeping all of the garden beds free of weeds, I would have thought they were nuts.
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