So Sarah started talking gardening on Whipped Out and then Jaci joined in. Now they’re doing a Garden-Off, which you can read about here if you want to join in.
I will not be joining in. Why? Here’s my poor, neglected garden, still buried under the rotting crap I didn’t clean up before the snow fell.
I hate gardening, which is probably an extension of the fact I hate being outside. I know many people find weeding and tinkering in the garden therapeutic at the end of the day, but I would cover my entire property in asphalt if the town would let me. (And, hey, we could use the extra parking.)
I do love my peony, though. It’s starting to sprout up and, though it means I have to go clean the muck from around the base, I know I have its pretty, fluffy pink blossoms to look forward to.
I also promised the Short Kid we could maybe experiment with some vegetables and container gardening. Quite frankly I’d rather sit here and give myself paper cuts, but I guess I’ll suck it up and kill some cherry tomatoes.
How about you? What color’s your thumb?
I can’t believe you’re not joining in our garden fun.
There will be prizes. Did you see there will be prizes?
No one said your garden had to be pretty. Dammit.
I don’t do veggies. With the possible exception of some dead cherry tomatoes in a clay pot this year.
I’m siding with Shannon. Gardening is NOT my friend. Bulb plants will go in my front garden area (which I have only because the people I bought my house from put it in). I had to clean out that area last year and now it’s barren. Oh well, the neighbors will get used to it.
I’ve spent the last week working in the flower beds and plotting to dig up hastas and replace them with blueberry bushes. And figuring out where to transplant blackberries to. And watching my starter seeds sprout in my little peat pots; so far everything except my butternut squash has come up.
There will be prizes? Really? I gotta check this thing out.
Between a northern exposure (front yard), two ENORMOUS mulberry trees and a dozen ENORMOUS cypress that shed nasty little Grape-Nuts-like stuff (i.e. a perfect storm of shade and suffocation) in back, I’m lucky to get weeds.
I would love to garden. But I’d have to move first.
I’d love to have a garden, unfortunately all I have is a deck…with a western exposure. The plants out there are looking good, the hard part will be keeping them alive this summer when we have temps in the 100s and 8 hours of direct sunlight. That said I just bought three pots of herbs to grow: lavender, rosemary, and thyme.
My thumb is brown!
I’m just not into the whole gardening thing. It sounds great, and I try to get enthused every year, but…nope. Weeding and the accompanying bugs are not on my top-ten Lubs ’em list. Good thing is that hubster is into the whole vegetable gardening thing. Nothing like fresh tomatos.
And like you, Shannon, I’m not really an outdoor kind of girl. If I’m outside, I want to be doing something (other than gardening or baking in the sun.)