Wow, gardening is tiring! Just 4 hours in the garden, planting new plants, pulling weeds, cutting the front hedge, and I’m sore and tired.
I started by going to the local garden center. It was packed, as I expected on a sunny Saturday morning in Spring. I spent an hour wandering around, picking out what I wanted and wheeling my heavy cart around. When my cart was full I figured I’d better get out of there.
Above is the small area just next to our front door. It’s a place where I’ve not been able to grow anything. It’s the sunniest place we have and it doesn’t get any rain. Everything dies that I plant there, mostly from neglect. I am determined this year to make it look nice.
I bought the plants and pots and rose quartz stone. It will have to be watered every day. Every single day. It will become a ritual.
The thing I like about having a lot of little pots is that I can change out what plants run their course and put in new ones as we go through the season. I won’t be precious about them.
I also planted pansies on either side of the little fig tree, and put a hortensia/hydrangea in a pot.
And planted some new strawberry plants.
And I also fertilized roses and the cherry and pear trees and the blackberry bush. I’m expecting great things in the garden this year. I make the best of my small spaces.