I was going to plant my garden this weekend, but alas, the weather did not cooperate this week and it’s too muddy.
Still, to celebrate the fact that I CAN start working in my garden soon, I’d like to share an essay I wrote about gardening that appeared in the Christian Science Monitor a few years ago.
I have always thought that I was born with a brown thumb and an innate inability to nurture anything green. Despite my good intentions, the few times I’ve owned a plant, I’ve managed to ensure its death either by drowning or dehydration.
The only plant I’ve owned that actually flourished was an African violet with velvety purple blossoms that stood on the small windowsill in my bedroom. I was 9 years old, and I spent hours reading to it after hearing that this could help it grow. Whenever a flower would bloom, I’d be as excited as a kid going to the county fair.
Sorry, readers, but this is all I should really repost. Evidently it counts against you if you have the same content in various locations on the web. Something to do with search engines and reputation.
If you want to read the rest, here’s the link: Discovered: My Inner Gardener.
Enjoy the gardening season!
