Adventures in gardening…

Of course I have been spending my time procrastinating posting this…

Leave it to binge watching seasons on Netflix in my free time to take away from my writing skills as I hopelessly drool in front of seasons upon seasons of a really awesome show until it ends leaving me to wonder just what in the hell I am going to do with my life.  My show of choice at this moment is Dexter…

And, I know most of you are asking yourselves just how in the hell I missed all of the seasons of such a fantabulous show.  Well…I am an idiot!  That is why…

I failed to realize just how awesome it is until the very last -and- shittiest season of all completely blew my mind.  Anyway!  That is where I’ve been and even as I write this post I have Season 6 Episode 12 paused and ready to go!

So lets get on with show and tell, shall we?  After all!  I have a season finale to watch!

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After about 3 weeks of researching the right plants to grow, what these plants needed, and the many ways to start the seed.  It finally happened.

I bought a growing tray/greenhouse thingy-ma-doo from -hangs head in shame- Walmart and followed the directions to make these really awesome dirt pellets grow!  All you have to do with them is add water and these things grow like those weird spongy capsule toys we use to buy and put into our bathtubs as kids.

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I got it on sale for $7.00 in the garden department.

The trays usually run between $7 and $13….

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 ….and if you keep the plastic tray and lid there are refill packages for them.

Time to fill all 72 of the pellets with approximately 10 cups of water…

I planted Sweet Basil, Cilantro, Chives, Parsley, and Oregano.  Within 3 days of planting the seeds my little tiny green children started to curl out of the soil and expose bright and cheerful little leaves.

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Since these little plantlings are all sprouted…

…it is now time to prepare the garden where they will become large plantlings.

Until next time.

❤ Scatter.

 

 

 

Turning my brown thumb, green…

Image and project inspiration gathered from www.pinkwhen.com

Image and project inspiration gathered from www.pinkwhen.com

I have a confession to make!  I, Ms. Scatterbrained, have a brown thumb.

Year after year I try to grow plants and year after year I fail.  Maybe it is my lack of knowledge…  Maybe I water them too much or too little, but, every year something happens to cause my poor victims to die.  It is like I am instant death to all things green!

Cursed!  To live out my days wondering if I will ever make it through a season with happy little trees.

-I say with a balled up dramatic shaking fist in the air.-

I’ve succeeded once (until my male cat came into manhood and sprayed my green beauty) in growing a beautiful vining houseplant that sat proudly on-top of my entertainment center and wrapped around the sides as if to wave hello to all of my visitors who came in.  It was the top of most conversations and people would compliment how beautiful it was.  My mother-in-law gave me that plant and I was incredibly proud to see it survive my horrid plant-care ways!

After my precious passed away -don’t look at me like that- I found that no other plant would ever live to fight another day if my hands had touched them.  Though I was positively convinced that I possessed the hands of doom…  I tried again with upside-down hanging tomatoes (not Topsy Turvy, more like hanging basket with a hole in the bottom) an idea given to me -again- by my mother-in-law.  The tomato plants grew into mighty mighty plants with amazing fruit on them!  They gave us red tomatoes and green tomatoes through the beginning month of their existence and offered a beautiful view from our second story balcony for passersby to stop and admire.

When our apartment lease was up the following month we made the decision not to renew and to move to Georgia because my mother had fallen ill having complications with her blood pressure…

No problem, right?  They weren’t planted into the ground…all we had to do was pick them up and hang them in the van…for….12 hours…..beating them into submission on a long car ride from West Tennessee to Southeast Georgia.  Not to mention the change in climate from hot and humid to hot and dry and in direct line of fire with the sun baking down on top of them everyday.  Within a week…my poor tomatoes had met their grave.

If it isn’t one thing…it’s another with plants and me.  My lack of skills in the gardening department became so bad that I couldn’t even keep a cactus or a bamboo plant alive for longer than a week or (if I’m lucky) two weeks and if there were a plant protection organization out there like PITA for animals.  I would be in trouble!  Like…life in prison trouble for plant abuse!  At very least…they would probably burn poop in bags on the front porch or throw Miracle Grow on me in retaliation for my plant murdering ways.

Even though I have absolutely no business behind a pair of gardening tools; my brain will not allow me to simply give up trying and move onto something I am more skilled at doing well.  I simply cannot give up and admit that I have a permanent brown thumb and for the last week it has been my personal mission to endure the hard work of researching and making preparations to build a vertical planter out of recycled pallets to -once again- plant another garden of unfortunate plants.  Herbs to be exact!

Depending on my luck…

I will be documenting my success/failure in a series of gardening adventures.  WOOHOO!

Updates soon to come!

❤ Ms. Scatter.