If worries were kisses of perfectly balanced fertilizer on well-drained soil with morning shade and afternoon sun mixed with the ever-elusive 1 inch of rain every three days, I would have the lushest, most verdant garden in the state.
As things stand, worries are just worries, but I do think that I worry my garden green. This year is my first year ever attempting to make things grow from the earth and I have been OBSESSED with the challenge. I check my little plants first thing in the morning while I am brushing my teeth and every evening when I return home. I think about them while I am gone during the work day. I really do worry my garden green.
I started gardening because I thought it would be relatively easy to add some punch and color to my garden and to become THE ENVY OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD. Yes, I will admit it, my foray into something as grimy and soul-satisfying as gardening has its roots in my insatiable hubris. But, as the wise men say, "Pride goeth before all of your prized baby hydrangeas get rot rot and die." And I have been humbled my friends.
Being the sort of person who refuses to read instruction manuals and jumps into a project with both feet before learning how to do it properly, I just started digging through the unforgiving weave of Bermuda grass that encases my lawn into the heavy, obstinate clay beneath and plopped plants in the ground. I didn't know anything about mulch, pruning or deadheading. I thought "hardy" described people who grow up in the New England countryside and that a soil amendment had to be passed by 3/4 of the garden to be accepted. Now I readily throw around those terms and more: I complain about "spindly, leggy" pansies, rejoice over tomatoes that have "set fruit" and weep bitterly over blooms that I have foolishly allowed to "go to seed." My husband barely recognizes the woman who used to languish in bed on weekends until 1pm now sliding out of bed at 8am to tangle with weeds, juniper bushes, bulbs and that hateful, sneering clay returning hours later cover in bug bites, dirt, sweat and smiles.
My experiences have been thrilling - I love watching new plants emerge from the ground- and heartbreaking - armillaria root rot borne of endless spring deluges and greenhouse issues killed 8 baby hydrangea plants.
Here is what I have to show for my sweat, bug bites, and worries so far (these pictures were taken in late May):



This red gerbera daisy and orange and yellow spider daisy brighten up everyday. For a while I thought the red daisies had died to the ground. Although I was discouraged, a neighbor convinced me not to pull them up in desperation. I'm so glad I listened! The last picture is red salvia. The salvia has been a godsend: it established itself easily, loves the sun and keeps pushing out radiant blooms.



Not so much for the radiance here. On the left are the surviving(?) shoots of cornflowers that I transplanted from a pot that was on my porch. I was sure that I planted too many seeds thinking none would grow, so when they all started sprouting, I tried to give them more space in the yard. Note: those pretty silver pots from
Target aren't so much for starting plants that you intend to transplant. Most of the seedlings suffered from torn and damaged roots during the transplanting process. We'll see if they survive.
In the middle are my lantanas. Lantanas are hardy in zone 8 where I am and are considered an invasive pest in Hawaii. I thought they would be pretty little inexpensive plants I could plant around a tree in the front yard. This is what I get for not reading. Lantanas grow into big, spreading bushes. I bought 10 little pots of bushes! My yard is not that big! For a while, I watered the lantanas in their pots while trying to figure out what to do with them. I love those little yellow and orange umbels so I didn't just want them to go to waste. Instead, I potted five in one pot and five in another and sat them on my front porch. They are delightful when they are doing well, but I'm not sure they are getting enough sun. I'll post more pictures of their ups and downs later.
The last picture is an illustration of what happens when you don't deadhead flower (cut off a dying bloom). The flower goes to seed -- which is really the point of a flower but WHATEVER -- and it doesn't bloom again. I now have a thick frothy-looking clump of leaves where my pink daisies were and the flowers will not come back.


These two are pics of my nikko blue (right) and white hydrangea plants. I'll post pics of their sad demise later. This is a happy post.



On the right is a weird little basil plant that looks like a tree that I purchased at
Lowe's. The leaves don't really grow big enough to cook with, but it is an interesting and nice-smelling plant. I keep hoping it will produce bigger leaves.
In the middle is a little lavender plant that could. I read that these would spread all over the backyard. Not so much. It stays in its little spot, but it loves the sun and the clay appears to be draining well enough to keep it happy.
The last one is a shot of 2 sunflowers that I planted in a pot from seeds on my porch. I didn't expect these to grow at all since the seeds look exactly like the seeds that you can buy to eat. I never would have believed that a real sunflower could come from "polly seeds", as we called them in LA. I have been proven wrong though, because there they are!



Ah, my little cherry tomato plant. I bought it from
Pike Nursery and was sure that it would not make it through the week (or the late season frost that hit the day after I planted it). However, it pushed through and is climbing up the trellis and producing food that we can eat! Tomatoes fresh off the vine are divine; feeding yourself is awesome.



On the left here is my rosemary plant that I picked up at Lowe's. It came in a peat pot or somesuch that is supposed to bio-degrade into the ground. It hasn't bio-degraded yet, but it sure was easy to just plop that pot into the earth! Plus, I made some chicken with this a few days ago. It smells delicious in the ground and tastes perfect in food.
In the middle I planted mint. It's from Pike Nursery and I read it would be a spreader. Meh, no spreading, but it also smells great. The leaves are not quite big enough for the cocktails I had pictured using them for, but the summer is just getting started!
Finally, there is a cute silver Target pot of baby's breath that I started from seeds. I use the Miracle Gro potting soil because it is inexpensive and does the job. My hope is that this will look like a thick head of white baby's breath peeking above the top of the rectangular pot. Now I see that I planted too many seeds (I still can't believe that most of them germinate) and I will probably have to thin them out later on. I can't bear to do it now, though.
So! That is the beginning of my wee foray into gardening. More to come!