I’m probably the worst gardner in the entire world.
Well, maybe not the worst, I’m sure that newborn babies might be worse than me, because it’s hard to hold a trowel with those tiny baby-fingers. Plus they lack the dexterity and the attention span to open a seed packet, and don’t even get me started on getting them to understand the difference between perennials and annuals.
But other than babies, I’m the worst.
I think it’s because i want everything RIGHT NOW.
But let me tell you something, wanting everything right now is a major pain in the pooper.
There is a lot of incessant foot tapping involved.
And where there is foot tapping, there is also eye rolling, and where there is eye rolling, there is also exasperated exhales, and basically all those things combined is like an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
I actually roll my eyes at my plants.
They’re not growing fast enough!!
There’s mold on my parsley!!
Stupid basil! You SUCK!! I HATE you.
Something might be wrong with me.
Anxiety while gardening!?
Shouldn’t gardening cure anxiety?
See, that’s why I should just put the shovel and soil down. But for some reason, I keep at it.
Here’s my latest lush planter:
Oh, the four-year-old in the footed jammies?
She had to document her excitment for my container of edibles that I haven’t quite killed yet.
Now getting her to eat the aformentioned edibles, creates much less fanfair.
But isn’t it amazing?
Theres some well established thyme (brought over from another planter) in there along side some beautiful lettuce greens, chives (also from another planter) basil and parsely.
It’s been growing nicely for about 4 weeks now.
But soon, very soon, I feel as though it’s fate will join the others:
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
And in the meantime, I’m going to make myself a salad.