The accidental gardener

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I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to figure it out, but I’m not afraid to say so … I’ve decided good gardening happens by accident.

It stinks when you look at other people’s gardens in admiration and think you’d love to have that, but it looks like a chore! Nobody wants to voluntarily create more chores for oneself … think of the lawn alone.

But it won’t hang over your head if don’t put so much pressure on yourself. It doesn’t have to be that picture out of magazine. Let it happen naturally.

Here’s how gardening happens by accident: Verbally admiring a plant at a friend’s house will get you sent home with a piece of it. It’s bad luck to say “Thank you,” so just accept it, with a smile. Ask the name of it, Google it when you get home, keep the weeds away from it and fertilize … you just might get to enjoy something pretty. And have a great story. Pass it on!

Part of my realization comes to me from watching the formality of garden instruction on TV. Even though they (people on TV) totally speak my language, “cultivar” and “dormancy” … they looked so uptight and stuffy talking about it; it would never inspire me to go walk about the garden center carefree. It’s intimidating … ya know?

And the infomercials and garden centers don’t make it any easier. Those people bombard you with gimmicks and make you cram your shed with useless items. My grandma gardened with a spoon and a pair of scissors. I pretty much follow suit with a soil knife and a pair of snips.

It makes me think people take life too seriously, even gardening, with their gardening bibles and what not. I learned gardening from my aunt. It was the time of my life. And I’ll pass it on … hoping you do, too.

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The accidental gardener

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I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to figure it out, but I’m not afraid to say so … I’ve decided good gardening happens by accident.

It stinks when you look at other people’s gardens in admiration and think you’d love to have that, but it looks like a chore! Nobody wants to voluntarily create more chores for oneself … think of the lawn alone.

But it won’t hang over your head if don’t put so much pressure on yourself. It doesn’t have to be that picture out of magazine. Let it happen naturally.

Here’s how gardening happens by accident: Verbally admiring a plant at a friend’s house will get you sent home with a piece of it. It’s bad luck to say “Thank you,” so just accept it, with a smile. Ask the name of it, Google it when you get home, keep the weeds away from it and fertilize … you just might get to enjoy something pretty. And have a great story. Pass it on!

Part of my realization comes to me from watching the formality of garden instruction on TV. Even though they (people on TV) totally speak my language, “cultivar” and “dormancy” … they looked so uptight and stuffy talking about it; it would never inspire me to go walk about the garden center carefree. It’s intimidating … ya know?

And the infomercials and garden centers don’t make it any easier. Those people bombard you with gimmicks and make you cram your shed with useless items. My grandma gardened with a spoon and a pair of scissors. I pretty much follow suit with a soil knife and a pair of snips.

It makes me think people take life too seriously, even gardening, with their gardening bibles and what not. I learned gardening from my aunt. It was the time of my life. And I’ll pass it on … hoping you do, too.

Share.

Comments are closed.

The accidental gardener

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I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to figure it out, but I’m not afraid to say so … I’ve decided good gardening happens by accident.

It stinks when you look at other people’s gardens in admiration and think you’d love to have that, but it looks like a chore! Nobody wants to voluntarily create more chores for oneself … think of the lawn alone.

But it won’t hang over your head if don’t put so much pressure on yourself. It doesn’t have to be that picture out of magazine. Let it happen naturally.

Here’s how gardening happens by accident: Verbally admiring a plant at a friend’s house will get you sent home with a piece of it. It’s bad luck to say “Thank you,” so just accept it, with a smile. Ask the name of it, Google it when you get home, keep the weeds away from it and fertilize … you just might get to enjoy something pretty. And have a great story. Pass it on!

Part of my realization comes to me from watching the formality of garden instruction on TV. Even though they (people on TV) totally speak my language, “cultivar” and “dormancy” … they looked so uptight and stuffy talking about it; it would never inspire me to go walk about the garden center carefree. It’s intimidating … ya know?

And the infomercials and garden centers don’t make it any easier. Those people bombard you with gimmicks and make you cram your shed with useless items. My grandma gardened with a spoon and a pair of scissors. I pretty much follow suit with a soil knife and a pair of snips.

It makes me think people take life too seriously, even gardening, with their gardening bibles and what not. I learned gardening from my aunt. It was the time of my life. And I’ll pass it on … hoping you do, too.

Share.

Comments are closed.