I haven’t gardened in years—not since high school to be specific. I tried once in El Paso to grow flowers and one Christmas I got a poinsettia plant, but I couldn’t keep any of them alive past a week or two.
Last summer, I learned I could keep flowers alive, so as I told you in a previous post, I planted some gladiolus bulbs. Well, they’re coming up! This morning I counted 5 chutes coming up through the ground, which was a lot sooner than I was expecting (I wasn’t going to start looking until June).
Last Saturday, Nancy and I went to the greenhouse for flowers for pots and baskets, and I got a few to line the front of the gladiolus bed so there would be a few blooms as we waited for them to come up. Now it seems they’ll all grow tall and pretty together!
The veggies are growing and the garden itself keeps expanding. Last week we dug up another strip of ground and planted 4 little brussel sprout plants. All the tomatoes are looking good, and we’ve even got a few volunteers sprouting! Every day I come out and “walk the farm” as Nancy says, and there’s always something new and exciting going on: more beans coming through the ground, flowers starting to show up on the lil zucchini plants, peas starting to climb. Today I’ve even got fresh spinach I picked to go in my lunch.
It’s nice to know I don’t actually have the Touch of Death with the lil plants. I just needed a bit of guidance and some good rich soil, which we really do have here. So now I get to see the wondrous changes in our garden, which may seem small and insignificant to some, but are in my eyes are magical and awesome.