Mary Mary Quite Contrary

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockle shells

And Pretty Maids all in a row?

Uh, no…try this version on for size

Mary Mary Quite Contrary

How does your garden grow?

I live with my brat in a high rise flat

So how in the world would I know?

That’s more like it.  That second one is courtesy of Roald Dahl’s Rhyme Stew and though I would never refer to my kids as brats, oh no, not me, I can’t grow a thing!

I love flowers, I do.

I love gardens.

I love herbs.

I love all things outdoors this time of year.

I wish, I study, I pine, and I want my own garden.

I spend hours at the nursery sighing over all the things I’d like to do with my yard.  

Then…I leave…empty handed.

Why you may ask?

Because I love the flowers.

I do.

And that’s why I know they’re better off at the nursery.

In someone else’s garden.

Someone who won’t kill them.

This season, I have allowed myself a few small, tiny, uh, let’s call them side dishes…

I bought some herbs and some fruits…

I know I know, it’s not right…to the plants I mean, but they’re pretty low maintenance and I’ve only almost killed them once.

Now I didn’t allow myself to actually plant them.

But they’re hanging in there on my deck.

Want to see?

You know I’m going to show you anyway…

Take a gander at these bad boys!

It’s my portable herb garden.

It came prearranged and it’s still alive!

It’s got basil, mint, thyme, oregano, rosemary and parsley!

Isn’t it cute?

And it’s saved me a bundle in not having to buy all those herbs at the market.

And it’s still alive!

Oh wait, I said that already.

Can you tell this is new for me?

My other little guy is this one…

Isn’t he adorable?

He’s an alpine strawberry plant.

He’s just starting to flower and I can see the itty bitty tiny little buds forming.

I’m so excited I could burst.

Ok, truth be told, I almost killed this guy twice but he’s pretty resilient and seems to be still kicking.

Love him!

Just thought I’d share a bit of my garden, or lack thereof, with you.  It’s sort of a confession for me.  Now you know where I get all my fresh herbs and my mom knows what a bitter disappointment I am in the garden.  She certainly did not pass on her green thumb…sorry ma, must not be hereditary.

What are you growing this year?

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