I'm not very inspired by my gardening skills. In fact, I think I blew it. I've had visions of a little Poteger made just by me and it becoming so charming, so quaint and abundant with beautiful heirloom vegetables.
Hell's bell's, who am I to talk? I'm not a gardener, that's for sure. I think I killed all of my little seedlings that I grew so carefully inside on my kitchen counter. I saw other gardens beautifully laid out, so I decided it was time to plant. Lo and behold, I was shot down. Maybe it was too cold. Maybe the soil wasn't right. Maybe my visions of grandeur were just too big. All the weeds seem to be growing just fine - all friggin over the place.
So, what do I do now? Try to salvage what I can. Hope for the best. Probably join the local CSA.
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