I really like gardening. Let me re-phrase that, I would really like to really like gardening. The idea of having lovely landscaping and garden fresh produce really appeals to me but I cannot keep a plant alive to save my life. No matter how much I will it to, my thumb just will not turn green.
This year as a graduation gift, Evan bought two really cute planters and went to our favourite nursery (Elizabeth's) to find the appropriate plants and flowers to fill them. (We don't have much space to plant an actual flowerbed so planters have to do). I love these planters, they are so beautiful. Well, at least, they were so beautiful until I got my hands on them. Everyday on my way in or out of the house, I see them and think, "They really need water" or "I should pull those weeds out" or "I should snap off the dead flowers". And everyday, I just keep walking. I don't think I have watered them yet this year. Oops!
And to make things worse, this year we decided to plant a vegetable garden. You can imagine how much better I am with tending to this garden considering it is behind the barn and not even in my line of sight when I leave the house. This being the case, the thoughts I have concerning my flowers don't even enter my mind. I guess this way I don't have to feel guilty ignoring the needs of my garden since I never even think about them. You know what they say... Out of sight, out of mind!!
Thankfully, my fabulous dude is a much more horticulturally inclined than I. The only reason the planters and vegetable garden have lived to see today is because he takes great care of them (Well, the veggie garden at least - the poor planters are suffering). He has spent hours tilling, hoeing, planting, weeding, thinning and harvesting our veggies. Thanks to him, tonight we will be enjoying a completely home grown salad with our dinner. Yum, Yum!
The other day I went out to "help" him in the garden and took my camera, of course. Here are some shots of him tending to the veggies.
I did manage to convince him to take a picture of me in the garden. He was very reluctant to do so, claiming that having a photo of me in the garden would be "misrepresentation"! Ha!
Maybe now that I have written this I will have some inspiration to go work with the planters to see if I can spruce them up a bit. No, who am I kidding, there's no way I'm going to do that.
Why won't my thumb turn green?