I’m obsessed with my garden. It’s actually a bit embarrassing.
Despite appearing to be my mother’s daughter, I have to admit that I can’t drive down the street without turning my head to check out other people’s gardens (as opposed to, say, checking out all the hot guys fixing cars in their driveways).
I’ve recently decided that our backyard was looking a bit plain and feral. It needed trimming. It needed tidying. It needed a whole lot of colour and flowers. And it needed to bear me fruit.
The only catch was… I couldn’t spend TOO much money on it.
So I bought a whole stack of seeds. They need a bit more patience and loving, but they’re much cheaper than seedlings and ready-potted plants. I’ve got daisies, poppies, tomatoes, corn, cucumbers. I bought a good potting mix, fertiliser and after 7 days, they’re sprouting already!
Also, as I visited family and friends, I asked for a few clippings here and there. I was actually quite surprised that people were very eager to share their plants. They’d rip seedlings out by the roots. Hand me clippings the size of branches. Give me all six varieties of their daisies.
The hardest part was waiting for everything to grow.
Grr, I hate waiting.