Disclaimer: I’ve been stockpiling blog entries so I could survive the rough times without another hiatus. This one’s been on the shelf a little longer than it should have been, so if this sounds more appropriate for August, that’s because that’s when it was written.
One of the things I like most about my new place is that it has a yard. A tiny one. And it doesn’t have any grass to cut or anything. It does, however, have room for some potted plants. My landlord even said I could plant things in the little strips of dirt/gravel we have, but that would require a shovel and more energy than I have. But I did decide to give potted plants a go to see if I fare any better when I actually have natural light available.
Knowing how excited I was about possibilities two of my friends bought me plants as housewarming gifts, so I have garlic chives and zucchini courtesy of them. I don’t actually eat zucchini, but I didn’t have the heart to tell them that. Then I bought myself lavender, rosemary, and two different kinds of basil. Finally a friend who was leaving handed down a large pot with a tomato plant and kale as well as a strawberry plant and something else he thinks is a flower. So I have a good little pot garden going.
And much to my surprise, it’s going. Well, the basil’s going. Like crazy, truth be told. The strawberry plant produced exactly one berry then decided it was done for the year. But it is growing and producing new leaves, so who knows? The lavender plant has new flowers. The tomato plant has flowers and some tiny green tomatoes.
The one problem is the zucchini. It’s growing just fine and it’s producing big beautiful blossoms. But they don’t survive long enough to make zucchinis. Every time one blooms and looks promising I come out the next day to find the stem just below it severed. I don’t know if something’s biting them off or someone is sneaking into my yard and cutting them off or if they’re just falling off. Either way, no zucchinis. Which, I suppose is just as well because it saves me the trouble of figuring out what the hell to do with them.
At any rate, it’s probably too early to say, but I have a glimmer of hope the black thumbs are turning greenish.