Despite having two sets of Grandparents who were avid gardeners and kept beautiful gardens and flowers, I inherited my mother's ability to wither a plant with a look. I blame my hatred of all things green and leafy on my family's summer garden in which I was forced to spend most of my youth toiling under the hot sun.
I also walked uphill both ways to school.
This year with our yard finally looking awesome, I decided it was high time to plant stuff. I had one giant garden box that was left for us by the previous owners and three beautiful flower boxes The Guy created for me last year. I decided to brave the growing world (pun!) and plant some stuff.
I decided to go small. Two zucchini plants, two tomato plants, one squash. One row of onions. Two of lettuce and three of carrots. Here it is in all it's glory. The carrots are 3 millimetres high now. The weeds are taller.
|My garden. |
If you look REALLY closely on the left, you can see carrots.
Charles is. Wow! 80s sitcom call back!
|Flower box in front of the house|
|One of the flower boxes in the back.|
If not, I will be planting silk flowers next year. I hear they almost look real.
I bet even I could keep those alive.