August 5th, 2006 - Why gardening is not for me.
I was feeling ambitious this weekend and with the summer coming to an end, I wanted to plant some flowers before it was too late. I love love Peonies and I wanted to plant some asap so they can be hearty next year. If I can't have them in my wedding bouquet (out of season), then I can have them in my garden.
My mom has a green thumb and I had hoped I had inherited some of her genes. How bad could it be, right?
First, I read up on the flowers I wanted to plant and how to prepare the soil. I had to buy some tools. Who knew Good Grips makes both kitchen and gardening tools! I can cook. I should be able to garden.
Oh Gross, I had to mix compost, soil and fertilizer and do all kinds of dirty dirty things! Oh the trauma! I bought myself a kneeling pad so my knees don't have to touch the dirt. Keith found it quite amusing that I wanted to garden but I didn't want to touch anything. I don't mind getting my hands dirty, but when I dug back the wood chips and saw a ton of bugs crawling around....ugh words can't describe my digust.
This is possibly why my peony plant is now crooked because I didn't pack the dirt in tight enough. One of the branches was bent, so I took a pair of chopsticks to hold it up. The other two peony plants I bought are still sitting in their pots. I think I am going to get my mommy to finish the rest.
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