1) My gardening zen master Kaile is coming back to Florida! I don’t have to buy her a plane ticket after all.
2) I was very, very wrong about yard work. I fudgeing love yard work. I can’t even express to you how much I love being out there covered in fertilizer (ok, covered in crap. I said it) tending my little plant babies.
One thing I wish someone had told me though: all those marigolds, snapdragons, and stuff? They’re going to DIE? What, I say WHAT the hell is the point? Whatever, I’m moving on. Next year: perennials only (whoops! I said annuals first. Holy crap would I have been screwed at the Garden Center!).
Would you like to know what we planted? Here’s a short list.
Broccoli (7 plants!)
Peppers (5 different varieties)
Marigolds (about 50)
Norfolk Pine (OK, my husband planted those a few weeks ago)
When my mother in law made the comment that inevitably some of what we plant will die, I thought I might vomit. You mean there’s a chance I’m going to lose some of these plants? What the hell? This is way to much work.
And yet I can’t wait to get back out there. I have to walk the back 40 and try to map out another plot, since I’ve run out of room already!