I’m not sure how exactly this happened. I don’t know if it’s Sarabeth’s influence or just my Southern roots finally taking hold. Maybe I’m just getting old. But for the first time, I have a desire to garden. However, this plan is not without obstacles: We have two ridiculous dogs who dig, and I’m too tired and lazy to prep a section of the yard for a garden. The biggest issue: I have only successfully ever kept one plant alive. So I settled on a container garden on the sun porch, based on some reading that any fool can do this.
We made a Home Depot run this weekend for supplies. There was a woman in the garden section who acted as if she knew what she was doing. I was following her advice for a bit. Then she mentioned she killed all her plants last year. Thanks a heap, lady! I can do that all on my own. According to the advice I read from the UA Cooperative Extension, I selected a few plants that allegedly do well in indirect sunlight, in containers and are hard to kill.
Monkey Boy and I planted cherry tomatoes, rosemary, green peppers, strawberries and blueberries. He was really just interested in pouring water on everything. I don’t eat tomatoes or blueberries, but other people do and I can give away what Baby Daddy and Monkey Boy don’t eat. That’s assuming we have a crop at all. If you actually know something about gardening, you probably see huge problems in my plan and/or execution. You can feel free to keep those observations to yourself. I’ll keep you posted if we have any success.
When I was thinking of giving away tomatoes, all I could think of was a scene from Steel Magnolias. Despite my best efforts, I’m becoming more and more like Ouiser all the time. I could very well be wearing a funny looking hat the next time you see me… and swearing at someone. I already have untrainable beasts for pets.
Clairee: Why give all these to me?
Ouiser: Somebody’s got to take ’em. I hate ’em….
Annelle: Then why do you grow ’em?
Ouiser: Because I’m an old Southern woman and we’re supposed to wear funny looking hats and ugly clothes and grow vegetables in the dirt. Don’t ask me those questions. I don’t know WHY. I don’t make the rules.