For the amount of times I seem to write a post about gardening, you’d think I was the owner and sustainer of a prize winning garden! Those of you who have ever come to my house, know this to be quite opposite to the truth.
My husband and I have a rather bad habit when it comes to plants.
Conversations go like this:
Me: I really like those ‘such and such’ plants.
Him: Yes, they’re nice. Where would we put it?
Me: Mmmmm, not sure.
(At the nursery)
Him: Oh these are lovely!
Me: Yes, lets get them and some of the other ones and some veggies and….
And so that’s how we end up bringing home a heap of plants.
Now the problem is we haven’t prepared. We have no idea where they are going to go, what position they need, whether the soil is right or how big they will grow. Sure, we read the label when we’re at the nursery but, at the nursery, we are invincible garden wizards with not just green thumbs, but green hands!
We have killed more plants through lack of planning that I care to remember.
And so what did my lovely husband bring home the other day? Two rose plants. Where are we putting those, I asked. Yeah, dunno, he replied. That was about a week ago and they are still sitting on the outside table in their bag. We are so keen to have lovely flowers or fresh veggies that we put the cart before the horse, or in this case, the plants before the prep!
Made me think about how often we do that in life.
Are you trying to hurry up something because you know it’s going to be great and you just can’t wait?
I know I am. I complained to the same rose-buying husband about one area in particular and this is what he said (nicely of course).
“Just because you have swum one lap of a backyard pool does not mean you are ready for the Olympics.”
Yes, sometimes I just have to admit he knows some stuff and take it on the chin.
There is much to be said about preparing and doing the hard yards of checking soil ph levels, and positions in the garden. Less plants, and dreams, die that way.