One of the stories I tell about myself is that I have a Black Thumb. The truth is that I would rather weed and prune than plant. What does this say about me? It's 8:17 pm on a Sunday night and I 'm not quite in the mood for self reflection, so I dont really know. It might not be metaphorical, but God's honest truth that stuff I plant tends to konk out, and stuff I weed tends to look better.
Anyway, we had a warm day today (I dont know if it actually got up to 60 degrees, but it felt good out there in the sun) and I spent an hour pulling ivy, the kind of work I like, and dreaming about what to do with the perfect lovely little vegetable garden spot that's all set up.
I think Im going to try 3 sisters. Plus carrots. Those seem like kid vegetables that I should be able to handle. And, maybe if I'm feeling really ambitious, lettuce. E wants a blueberry bush, but I just dont know. Somehow that sounds tricky.
Now, if only I keep the neighbors ivy, holly and blackberry over on the other side of the fence somehow.
And I notice this isnt sounding at all like the post of a gal who cant keep a garden. Stay tuned - maybe this is my summer to tell a new story.