Clumsy Gardener (a.k.a. Bored Housewife) has miraculously discovered a love of gardening. We don't know how long it will last...
Unbeknownst to the world. I'm a really good gardener. Real green thumb. But only in April and May. Starting in June it all goes to hell, and by September all that's left are dried out bits of straw that began their lives as herbs and flowers and stuff. Last year, I didn't even plant the poor dears; I bought all my little herbs and things, but they just languished in their little plastic nursery pots, and never reached their life goals. I guess you would say I'm a big picture person, and idea man, a conceptual thinker, more than an implementer. The only things I tend to execute in the garden are innocent plants. They never know what hit 'em.
But this year, things have changed. I have suddenly been overtaken by the desire to plant things, and design irrigation systems, and try my hand at vegetables. I hardly even EAT vegetables! If french fries grew in the ground, now that would be something.
It all started with a composter and took off from there. I will chronicle my trials and tribulations and successes and failures in this blog to spare the readers of my regular blog, Bored Housewife Syndrome, which you can read if you want to know what I do when I'm not running out to the dirt patch every five minutes.
Cast of Characters:
Bored Housewife/Clumsy Gardener = me
Rob = my husband, workhorse, bill payer
Leila = my daughter, who couldn't care less
Perry = my dog
Auntie Jo = my 24-hour gardening hotline assistant
Thanks for visiting!
