When we first moved into our house, I spent a great deal of time in my garden. Before kids, I spent a great deal of time doing a lot of things! Thaya was a newborn in the spring, and being a first time mom was easy for me, but I had to sacrafice doing some things I loved to do. Gardening was one of them. Although I spent a lot of time our there with Thaya, I limited it to the morning and evening. The garden didn't look as spectacular as it had the year before. Then I was pregnant with Aubrie over the summer, and I wasn't doing much of anything. Another year of neglect, and not many blooms to speak of. My flowers were pissed.
This year I was determined to get her up and running again. I had dreams of big beautiful healthy plants draped over my garden tiers. Before the end of April, I had all of my beds raked (couldn't afford mulch this year, so I had to turn over what was left from last year) and fertilized. I was on a roll! I even had 2/3 of them weeded... before... the rain started.
Then it rained for 3 weeks. Straight. Seriously. 3 freaking weeks of rain rain rain. And then the sun came out. And so did the weeds. Because, even though it is called "weed and feed", it is no match for rain rain rain and then sun sun sun.
Once again, my garden is in despair. I am so overwhelmed by the weeds and how over grown it is, and how much needs to be dead-headed, that I'm close to going in and out the back door so I don't have to think about it.
But then I remind myself that if I spend an hour a day in the garden, it will look beautiful... by... well... probably in time for the first frost.
But, that's what gardening is all about, right?
This post is dedicated to my mom, who, despite spending countless hours helping me and my garden, still has a big beautiful (thriving) garden of her own. Happy Birthday, Mom! You still manage to amazing me :)
Then it rained for 3 weeks. Straight. Seriously. 3 freaking weeks of rain rain rain. And then the sun came out. And so did the weeds. Because, even though it is called "weed and feed", it is no match for rain rain rain and then sun sun sun.
Once again, my garden is in despair. I am so overwhelmed by the weeds and how over grown it is, and how much needs to be dead-headed, that I'm close to going in and out the back door so I don't have to think about it.
But then I remind myself that if I spend an hour a day in the garden, it will look beautiful... by... well... probably in time for the first frost.
But, that's what gardening is all about, right?
This post is dedicated to my mom, who, despite spending countless hours helping me and my garden, still has a big beautiful (thriving) garden of her own. Happy Birthday, Mom! You still manage to amazing me :)
