I know some of you out there are great at being a gardener. Well, I'm not for several reasons. I still remember having to help my mother in the garden as a child. Let's just say I didn't inherit her green thumb. She was great at growing things. I'm not. I didn't like gardening as a child, and I haven't changed my mind in all those years. And while we on the subject of the outdoors, I don't camp out either. My idea of roughing it is a two star hotel.
Well, anyway I decided to help my husband these past few weeks with our yard work and gardens since I'm retired now. In the two times I worked outside with him, we found two snakes and I think every mosquito in the neighborhood feasted on me. I'm now over the urge to help my husband with the garden. He's on his own.
6 comments:
Margaret,
My best gardening experience happened in third grade. In October the teacher handed out pumpkin seeds. I came home and threw them in the back yard. They grew. Last time that happened to anything I did or did not plant! Oh, my husband and I planted an orange tree many years ago. We got one orange. One. Husband chopped down tree.
I knew you and I were alike, Pamela. Black thumbs unite.
Margaret
Pamela and Margaret, we are kindred black thumbs. I have killed many plants, most recently my cyclamen, and before that, strawberries.
Camy
Can I join the black thumb club??? I don't even try any longer. If it pops up out of the ground and grows all by itself it can stay otherwise it can go somewhere else. And amazingly enough I do have some surviving plants that someone else planted for me.
Ellen, it is interesting where I want to grow something in the yard, I have problems but then other places that aren't good for certain things grow. I have trees grow in the most unusual places but few where I plant them.
My son gave me a flower for Mother's Day. Amazing! I watered it and got two flowers. After a week, I had three flowers. I decided this was a great flower. So, I watered it and put it on the window sill so it could get some sun.
It died.
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