Anyone can be a gardener…can’t they?

It’s true.

My tomato seeds, four days old

My tomato seeds, four days old

Anyone can be a gardener, even someone like me, who has accepted my lack of green-thumbery with grace.

I stopped by Dollar General Tuesday after work to pick up a few notebooks. I happened to walk through the garden and seasonal aisle and spotted a tomato-growing kit for $1.

Sure, it was only a couple of containers, and I had to buy the dirt, but it was enough to motivate me to buy the kit, take it home, and prepare the containers to set in the sun.

I will say it again; I do not have a green thumb. I like the idea of growing my own veggies, but I am not one to sit in  the sun for hours, weeding, watering, and toiling over a bunch of plants.

I have tried planting gardens, but either the soil was not good, or the animals got to the plants before they had a chance to mature.

I thought about building a raised garden, but decided I would try tomatoes in a small container first to see how dedicated I was. (Kind of like borrowing someone’s dog to see if I can handle being a pet owner.)

I am planning on putting the plants in a larger container when they get big enough, but for now, I am OK with taking care of them on a smaller scale.

Anyone can be a gardener. Put a seed in some dirt, water it once in a while, and set it in the sun. POOF! You’re a gardener.

Just kidding. I don’t really think it’s that easy. I have a lot of respect for people who can spend their time cultivating a vegetable or flower garden. It must take a lot of dedication to encourage these little seeds to take hold and grow into what they were meant to be.

Time will tell.

I’ll be proud if tomatoes really do grow on these plants. And when I pick them, wash them, and finally eat them, I will know that I can grow my own vegetables….if I have to. And you never know. I may find that I really love gardening and plant even more next year.

On the other hand, I may find out that I’d rather just write about them.

In full bloom

I have stated before that I’ve never had a green thumb. I have tried my hand at raising gardens many time during my lifetime and it’s apparent that I just don’t have the knack to keep anything alive.

Day Lilies, I think

I’ve planted tomatoes only to have them sputter and croak before their tiny blossoms had a chance to burst. My onions grew a little, only to have their growth stunted by a sudden lack of water (what can I say? It was a very dry season). I planted cucumbers and radishes and even corn, but nothing ever produced from the fruits of my labor.

Flowers are no different. I watched my grandmother and mother spend hours planting and replanting flowers every spring, weeding in the hot sun, and thought to myself, is it worth it?

The one time I tried to raise  flower garden, it failed miserably, with only a few stems popping up, but they quickly withered away. I resigned myself to the fact that I didn’t have the green thumb my grandmother did and found it a good excuse not to have to even attempt it. Until now.

This year (maybe it’s old age settling in) I have worked more in the yard than I ever have before. I find serenity in raking and weeding, something I once saw as the worst possible punishment. And I also took the chance planted flowers. I’m happy to say that my hostas are coming along nicely, and even bragged about it, until someone told me that anyone can grow hostas (my ego thanks you) and that they’re more of a filler. Which is fine. I love green.

They will be daisies someday

I also planted flowers from seeds, lots of them. I babied them, watered them, even talked to them,but only 3-4 little plants survived. But they survived. A miracle. I transplanted them into a cute little planter and will do what I have to to see that they bloom. Or not. It’s totally their call.

My petunias are not doing so well, but I blame the heavy rain and location of the planting, next to an eaveless garage. Not so smart on my part, but I will know better next year. Someone suggested I plant perennials, tulips maybe, my favorite. Not a bad idea.Here are a few pictures of flowers I found growing around my mom’s and at my boyfriend’s house.

Whoever said “We all need to stop and smell the roses,” knew what they were talking about.

Very pretty, but can't remember what they're called