It's this time of year again:
The time of year that I thumb through seed catalogs and consider a garden.
I have a lot of domestic skills, but gardening is not one of them. I kill plants... even houseplants.
I don't know why or how, but I just don't have the knack for it. I either over water or under water and I definitely don't know the difference between shade/partial shade/medium light/ yada yada yada.
We have a little area for a kitchen garden in our back yard. The first year I planted a small variety of veggies. The only thing that went well were the beans. The tomatoes took over the whole garden. I swear those things were 6+ feet tall. They crowded out the pepper, cucumbers and anything else I had planted. The next year I didn't plant anything, but all the fallen tomatoes from the year before spouted a new forest of tomatoes.
And that's it. I haven't tried since. I do herbs in pots each year, but even those are usually dead by the end of the season.
I had good intentions last year and even ordered some seeds. I read the Square Foot Gardening book and everything. I got my compost pile going. Never planted the garden though.
I'd really love an abundance of fresh produce from my own organic garden, but it's a lot of work and I'm afraid I'll just kill everything somehow. I think I should give it one more go. I bet W would have fun digging in the dirt with me either way.
4 hours ago