The other day, my friend, Ron, from over at Vent, posted about how he’s a plant killer. I agreed because I always have said I have two brown thumbs. This always kind of surprises me because we grew up helping out with my families gardens.
Our nearest neighbors were my grandparents, who lived about a mile back “in the woods” from us and my aunt Jenny and her family who lived about a quarter mile away “as the crow flies”. I remember when we were growing up always either being in the garden helping pick stuff or weed or plant stuff.
I also remember as a teen one of my least favorite things was having to “weed” our garden. Once I even unearthed a snake who happened to be laying eggs. Of course I didn’t realize she was laying eggs when I chopped her head off with the hoe because only her head was sticking out and I had reached down to pick up what I thought was a piece of hose sticking out of the ground when I saw her eyes. It freaked me out so badly that I grabbed the hoe that was laying there and chopped before I had a chance to think. Once I had done the deed I unearthed her to find the eggs and one was actually in the process of coming out of her.
I happened to be in the 10th grade which is when you took biology so I put the eggs and some of the dirt in a box and took them to Mr. White our teacher as a project so that he could try to “hatch” them. He wasn’t able to hatch them but bringing them to him did earn me some brownie points with him even if the whole incident made my dad mad at me. He wasn’t mad that I took the eggs to the biology teacher that actually made him a little less mad. He was mad that I had killed the snake to begin with. He gave me his usual lecture about how black snakes are the best snakes to have around because they keep other snakes and critters away from the garden and if I’d had any sense at all I’d have left it alone. I had tried to explain that I didn’t know it was a black snake at the time and I had reacted on instinct which of course to him was bad instinct.
I think maybe my brown thumb started after that. It must have been the trauma from that which caused any dirt I seem to touch to turn to the most inhospitable earth around. I kill anything. I try and I try but nothing seems to grow. We tried to grow a garden a few years ago but not with much success. We got a few veggies but nothing compared to what I should have. The next year we halfheartedly planted a few things and got even less so we gave up.
This year when #2 came out for lunch on her birthday she brought us some little tomato plant seedlings that she had started. It was maybe a dozen little seedlings to I decided why not? I went to Home Depot to buy some potting soil and a pot to plant them in and ended up spending almost $100 on multiple bags of potting soil, planters and plants. Last time we planted we planted at the top of the hill in our backyard and I figured maybe the dirt there just wasn’t good enough plus it’s so frigging far to either carry water up there or pull the hose up there so I figured I we got the planters we could just leave everything down on our patio.
Not sure if anything will “take” or not. I may end up killing it all but at least we are trying. We already had three big clay pots and a couple of long rectangle planters so I just bought a few more of the long rectangle ones. I planted herbs in the clay pots. I planted oregano, parsley and basil in those. Then I planted the tomato plants our daughter gave us plus the cherry tomato plant I bought. I also planted yellow and zucchini squash, cucumbers, cantelope, and several different kinds of peppers. Oh, and I didn’t forget the kitties… I even planted a smaller rectangle planter of catnip for them! I guess we will have to wait and see if they actually grow or I I wasted $100 unless the other critters around our house beat us to them.