Gardening for beginners: Everytime I think I know something, I don’t.
I’m planning a Spring garden…not as big as the ones we had growing up but hopefully, less weeds.
Planning it makes me think of all kinds of scriptures…
Jesus cursing the tree when it didn’t produce good fruit
(Matthew 21:18-20) to Jesus wept (John 11:35).
I have a feeling this garden is going to produce some tears.
Some of joy. Some not.
I pray it will not be cursed to die.
I was raised around agriculture most of my life. It has been in our family for a few generations.
I remember on a few Saturdays, my Grandma taking me to the feed store (I still remember that horse feed smell – very well. Sweet and stinky at the same time) to buy seeds and to a local greenhouse for plants. I always wanted those pretty orange and purple flowers so she bought me some – I was filled with joy.
However, what I didn’t know, is they were not meant for Texas’ summer heat and soon would wither away. I was so sad to think that I planted something and it died. Something so beautiful. Yet, fragile to the elements around it.
When my hubby and I first got married, Grandma came over the first of Spring and helped me plant my very own first garden. I was so excited. She helped me get peat moss, good soil and choose the plants. It was going to be one of the sweetest Grandma/grand-daughter moments.
Problem was – I was in my first trimester of pregnancy with our first child. The Texas Heat again made me crave the cool a/c for my swollen ankles. It turns out I was good at growing jalapenos and yellow peppers. (They can survive without a lot of watering or care.)
For the next 8 years, I was pregnant or recovering and dealing with babies.
Then we moved to where the Texas weather got more extreme with heat.
I decided it was time to try to plant another garden. (How hard could it be? I was more mature.)
I had decided I wanted tomatoes. Lots of them. So I planted them in my portico. I did it! I had them out of the wazoo! I canned them like crazy!
I felt like Martha Stewart – with a Texas accent.
Then the plants died. All my tomatoes. The Texas Heat killed them. I was so sad.
I knew what Jonah must have felt like when his plant died over his head. Okay, bad example. Sort of.
I wasn’t prepared for the death of plants.
My hubs hated the way my portico looked and lovingly tried to encourage me in another hobby.
Everyone joked about my black thumb. I didn’t not see the humor but laughed along anyway.
I learned later – from my multitude of “gardening” and “landscaping” friends – that plants die all the time – you just buy more and trial/error are the key. Plus, in Texas – August and September with temps reaching 107 daily – nothing can really survive.
Ha! is what I wanted to say to those nay-sayers! But, I held my tongue. (At least, I hope I did.)
I was the one who lost out. I put “big gardening” on hold. I just couldn’t see me wasting anymore money on plants for things that I could buy at he local grocery store.
Sometime throughout my hiatus – I tried container gardening. Then I started reading and studying drought tolerated plants and specific Texas crops.
And I learned. And gleaned (pardon the pun). And learned some more.
I learned I liked hummingbird gardens, butterfly gardens, sunflower fields, pizza gardens and something made for children.
I don’t think I will ever know everything about anything. Every-time I think I know something – I realize there is so much more to learn.
Gardening has so many possibilities. I can’t wait to share some kid friendly ideas in future posts!
Blessings to you! You are loved!
Since I wrote this post we have tried so many projects: