Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Today is supposed to be all about the green, wearing the green, drinking the green, eating the green! After I painted my daughters nails alien green, dabbing on a bit of green eye shadow to her eyelids and donning a green shirt myself, we ventured outside to plant the green.
Years past I have always donned a black thumb. I have never been able to keep a plant alive even if I had tried. Not that I really ever had. Plants just never really appealed much to me. My front yard consists of 10% grass and 90% dirt. Flowers, what are those?
One year I received an Ivy plant for my desk at work as a birthday gift. That ivy sat in a dark corner, never reaching sunlight, I watered it on occasion… sometimes. The thing grew for years in the same spot until finally it had grown so long that I had no choice but to finally take it home. Two weeks. That was all it took for that poor plant to bite the dust. It turns out someone in my office had been taking pity on my ivy and had been watering it when I wasn’t looking.
Well fast forward years later, I am now a stay at home mom trying to figure out what to do with my time that doesn’t consist of being a couch potato. (Though I am sure my husband would love me if that was what I chose to do….) So now that I have all of this time on my hands I have been trying to find my niche, aside from learning how to cook and continue with my writing.
I am still not exactly sure how the idea came to me, but I figured that with all of this free time and the idea of teaching my daughter, something about where the food we eat comes from, in the process, I knew this was something that I needed to try before finally giving up. You should have seen the look wide eyed look on my husband’s face when I declared that I was going to grow a garden! My son just downright laughed at me. (He has had a green thumb since he was three and helping my grandmother plant things. Do you remember in elementary school when the kids would plant a bean in a plastic Dixie cup and some dirt? Well this child managed to turn his and then his little sister’s beans into big plants that actually produced beans… Until I killed it.)
Needless to say, my new adventure of gardening was at first thought to be a joke. Until I signed myself up for a vegetable gardening class. Then during spring break, I started preparing my new garden plot. It took me all day long but by goodness, I got that baby tilled and ready to go! Then I came back from the store with several seed packets and pamphlets on how to actually plant them. I think that is when my husband realized I was really, really serious, I am going to make something grow darn it!
So this weekend we took my notebook of notes from the class and headed to a gardening center for gardening compost/soil. An hour later we were piling up the back of my SUV with not only soil, but tomato plants, tomato cages, and a variety of other items. Man, Saturday we were all so excited and ready to come home and jump right into my new project!
Then our area received a torrent of rainfall, which lasted until nightfall. Then we woke up Sunday to teeth chattering wind.
But when my daughter and I went outside this afternoon, dressed in our green garb, it was a treat that the weather was absolutely perfect for a day in the garden, learning to do something new. We planted tomatoes, green bell peppers, green onions (which are called bunching onions, something I didn’t know), cucumbers, bush beans (green beans), and carrots. Now here is hoping I am able to turn my once black thumb to a thriving green one.
What a perfect way to celebrate St. Patty’s Day!