I'm a gardener. Not a great gardener, but an okay one. I didn't start out that way. My mom could grow anything. Her green thumb was prolific. Me, I hated the outdoors. I hate creepy crawlies and I prefer to not sweat. I hated getting dirty.
Somewhere along in my late twenties, we had a house without any real landscaping. So I bought some annuals and they grew. Big, and beautiful. Flourished. I made mixed containers of different annuals and they were dazzling. And I was hooked. My mom is probably smiling down from heaven, getting a good laugh at how far I've come from the teenager who didn't like to mow the yard on a riding lawn mower, let alone grow plants!
Every year, my garden gets bigger and bigger. My interests get more complex, more varied. I subscribed to probably a million blogs and magazines, watch all the gardening shows and plot my next project.
My husband is an enabler. And even though he doesn't LOVE to dig holes and build rock walls and divide and transplant, he goes along with all my schemes. He even bought me a beautiful garden journal for my birthday, to enable me further. He also lets me drag home every little half dead plant from the clearance shelf at Lowe's so I can try to save it. Bless his heart, he loves me!
I'm even hoping to take the Master Gardener course at my local extension office this fall. I want to volunteer and help others have beautiful gardens and maybe even help start a community garden. It's serious stuff, people!
This year I had a hard time shaking off the winter blahs to get off on a strong foot. I didn't plan as well as I should have, spring took forever to get here, then it rained a ton, and finally it's almost September and we are just now in the 90's temp wise. It's not been a good year for veggies at my house. Everything has taken forever to produce fruit or bloom, and now it's so hot and dry, the plants just aren't performing the way they have before. I'm a bit bummed to have small, meager harvests, but I'm hopeful too. Next year is right around the corner. Yes, my gardens are winding down for this year, but with next year comes a new layout, new seeds, new plans, and hope for better weather, bigger blooms, more fruits and veggies. I'm convinced gardening is a lesson in hope. I like it that way. I may have a meager little harvest this year, but I love the potential for next year. My garden takes a LOT of work, even if it doesn't do very well sometimes, like this year, but every moment I spend in it molds me into an optimist, always hoping.
What does your garden do for you?
Today's little harvest of tomatoes, okra, and peppers.
I thought of pulling all my struggling tomatoes, but instead I had hope they'd fruit. And they have. Now I just wait for them to ripen.
A small harvest from a few weeks ago - this year was better than last year for zucchini. I just know next year will be even better!
Our garden at the beginning of the season. We've come a long way already!