Journal/blog dealing with mental health aspects and random thoughts
|If having ‘green fingers’ means that your garden thrives, plants grow, well the answer to that has to be no. Unless weeds count, for a certainly have a talent for growing those.
There can be no doubt about it, plants just don’t like me. No matter how thoroughly I follow the instructions on a seed packet, they simply refuse to grow. And on the very rare occasion that a tiny green shoot does begin to appear, the following day I can guarantee that it will not be there.
I don’t mind hard work, or getting my hands dirty, so it’s not that.
One year I went all out and bought a variety of seeds, and some pots to plant them in. I put the required stones and sand in the bottom to help with drainage, and I mixed up a mixture of soil and peat. Very carefully, I made the holes the exact depth, with the required spacing, and I waited and waited. Zilch! Not even one tiny little shoot made its way up through the soil, and I think it was at that moment that I gave up trying to grow anything.
Luckily we have plenty of colorful plants growing wild here. Honeysuckle and fuchsia grow every year, as do a couple of tulips which were there when we moved in, and the same with daffodils. We have wild roses growing between us and our neighbor, and a few other flowering shrubs that I don’t know the names of.
For the last couple of years, we’ve had a few primrose patches, and there’s always an abundance of daisies, buttercups and dandelions. So, maybe I don’t have green fingers but there’s still plenty of color to be found outside.