Every spring since we’ve been married I get so excited about gardening. I love the thought of gardening, I’m just no good at it.
I have tried believe me! I know what your thinking ….”Just ask someone to sell you the flowers anyone can grow.” Let’s just say, I’ve tried that and those flowers have died under my care as well. I use to be really hard on myself about this shortcoming since I pride myself on being well rounded.
My Grandma and even my husband’s Grandma would go one and one about how every woman needed and should keep a garden. You know tomatoes, cucumbers, the whole nine yards. I on the other hand never saw this for myself. My mother worked 2 jobs most of my childhood. So while I can shop the deals like nobody’s business, but you will not find me digging in the soil.
None the less, I like the idea of gardening. So without fail when spring comes around I proclaim “this year I will have a garden!”
Last year after my proclamation, I think the whole tray of flowers died before I could plant them. Granted it took me two week to get around to it. So yeah, they died right there in the garage on top of the old speaker box in the corner.
Spring 2017, this was going to be my year. However, before I could make my annual edict to garden more. My husband kindly invites outside to see the work he had done in the yard all weekend. This is usually when he lectures me on not over feeding the plants with miracle grow, or take a conference call outside from time to time to give the plants water, or even moving the potted plants out of the sun so they don’t bake like cookies.
As I prepared my head to nod in agreement with his laundry list of gardening 101reminders, I turn around to find POTTED FAKE FLOWERS!!!
Not just any flowers or flowers that would actually grown in pots but absurdities like magnolias that don’t even grow in pots. I was horrified ….
Before I could protest, he looked at me with that adorable cute face and stern eyes and said “don’t complain because you brought this on yourself and when you can show me you can actual grow something, I’ll take them out.”
SMH, my Grandma is rolling over in her grave!
In fact one day the wind was high and the flowers were in the middle of the yard like memorial. So what’s the lesson here? I have yet to figure that out.
I still have no motivation to garden but I’m still horrified by these fake flowers.
I brought this on myself.