I woke up this morning, and, per my usual routine, checked my garden while I was getting ready for the day. I know that there won’t much change since I checked it the night before, but the new growth is always exciting and joyful to see. (I really wanted to use the word ‘behold’ there, but that just seems too melodramatic. Even for me.)
My newest addition, the fuchsia, came from NPS, and when I got it home, it looked like it. There’s still a trail of dead leaves and blossoms leading from my parking space to my front door. But, I got it in an environment that the internet tells me it loves, and watered it until it started pouring out of the drainage holes in the bottom of the pot (just for that first watering, I’ve been much more careful with water since then) and it perked right up.
The clover continues to look more clover-y every day. Um, perhaps I should explain again why I’m growing clover on my third-floor balcony.
See, I have dogs. And, in a perfect world, I would be out of the house from 8am to 5pm or longer five days a week. My dogs are 6 years old. They are good to not potty in the house, but they are getting old, and I wanted somewhere where they could go to relieve themselves when I’m not home. So I asked my brother-in-law to build me a box that I could plant grass in for my balcony. After doing some research I decided that clover is more dog-resistant and would require less work. So, I planted dutch white clover instead of grass.
The package the seeds came in said it was 98% clover seed, with no noxious weeds, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that I found a stranger in the yard-and-a-half.
Someone who reviewed the seeds from the place I ordered them from online said they found cilantro in their clover, so I’m hoping it’ll be a pleasant surprise.
The lily of the valley are getting noticeably bigger every day. I’m pretty excited about them:
The blueberry bush was the real surprise. It still looks mostly dead, but, new this morning, were ACTUAL GREEN LEAVES!
Hopefully, they’ll get opened up, and start producing enough energy to get the bush back to life quickly. I want berries in August, dangit!
So, even with the clogged sinuses, the post-nasal drip, the sneezing, coughing, swollen, itchy eyes, and the nose rubbed raw from blowing it so much, I’m pretty excited about spring this morning.
Now, I’m off to play at Midway again. Sis and I have a better idea of what we want to do today, so it should go better.
It’s mocking me.
The “New Post” button, it keeps mocking me.
“Corianne,” it says, “You don’t have anything to write about. You phoned it in yesterday, and skipped the day before, and today, you don’t have anything. Just give up. Mwahahahahaha.”
Evil laughter in my head is a bit anti-climactic.
Perhaps that’s true, but what’s the point in setting a goal to write every day if you give up when things get hard? Anyway, evil “new post” button, I DO have something to write about. Something I’m very pleased about. So there.
I’ve lived in my home for about three years now. Long enough that I’ve finally got it through my head that my balcony faces east, and there are building right across from me, so it’s like I’m in a canyon. I get a few hours of sunlight a day, but not enough for, say petunias and marigolds.
The apartment I lived in before I moved here faces west, with no trees or buildings to block the blast from the afternoon sun. It is very nice in the winter, in the summer, though…
I lived there for three years as well, and tried my hand at gardening on that patio too. It’s crazy that it’s taken me this long to switch my way of thinking about the plants I can grow from “heat hardy and likes sun” to “prefers cool and shady” but I think I managed this year.
The clover’s come in nicely, and I think it’s to the point where I can’t call it baby clover anymore, but they’re not to maturity yet, so adolescent clover? Teenage clover? Either way, I’m impressed with my seed-growing abilities that it’s survived thus far.
Well, minus the spots where Max scratches after he goes potty…
My pansies are still happy, but pansies are always happy until it gets too hot right? You can’t really see it but there is a pansy in bloom in the bottom left corner of the yard-and-a-half.
The lily-of-the valley appear to be doing well, despite the pot that they’re in being Lulu’s favorite spot to sit and bark at the world (really little girl? Do we need to have another discussion about the big white box just to the right of the lily container?)
I guess my blueberry bush is doing okay. I’ve got new growth, and most of last year’s growth has fallen off. I feel like it should be blooming by now, but, as the only time I’ve ever lived anywhere with soil acidic enough to grow blueberries was on my mission, so I don’t know anything about their growing habits.
I’m remembering that I got my blueberry for my birthday last year, and there wasn’t many leaves or blossoms on it then, and my birthday is still a week away. So, I’m not going to be too concerned. Really.
I want to grow more things that I can eat, but I don’t get enough sun for tomatoes, or any other vegetable that I can think of and know does well in containers.
It doesn’t help when I muse out loud stuff like “Do peas need a lot of sun?” and Mom says “Just plant peas at my house, and come down to take care of them.” Sorry Mom, but driving an hour and a half to take care of someone else’s garden? That’s just not appealing.
Anyway, I’m quite pleased with my little garden, especially the clover that I’ve grown from seeds, and the blueberry that I kept alive over the winter.
There’s something about growing plants that just makes you happy, and during this rough week I’ve had, I’ve been grateful for my plants, and my little dogs, both of which have done a great job of cheering me up.
Today (yesterday, I suppose, it’ll be after midnight by the time I get this post finished) was a rough day. I can’t even really say why. It was warm enough that I’ve still got a window open and the furnace turned off, the dogs have been behaving, and frankly, I’ve done everything right. Today should have been a good day, it just didn’t turn out that way.
I discovered something today (er, yesterday) that should have put me over the moon.
A while back, I made the mistake of wandering through the garden section at Wal-Mart, and was dreaming over the seeds and bulbs and gardening tools. I found some lily of the valley rhizomes; five in a pack for white, two in a pack for pink, and, despite my bad luck with growing bulbs from Wallyworld in the past, I bought some. Pink–because I’ve never seen pink lily of the valley, and the pot that I put them in isn’t big enough for five rhizomes.
This was about the time that I sowed the clover for the first time, and I’ve been sure to keep the lilies in a place where they won’t be affected by frost. I haven’t really thought much about them, but I have watered them when I’ve watered my clover and the blueberry bush. Today (er, yesterday), I noticed a couple of teeny tiny sprouts pushing their way out of the dirt. Right now, if I didn’t know they were lily of the valley, I’d just be able to identify them as a bulb plant, but not the species. Again, I’m putting a lot of faith in myself that I’ll be able to keep these baby plants alive until adulthood, and on through next year.
I was thinking about my little patio garden, and how incongruous gardening is in this modern world. My lilies, for example. They’ve probably been growing since the day I planted them, but I couldn’t see it happening, so I assumed it wasn’t.
I thought about how things happen below the surface. We live in a world of progress bars and instant gratification. It would be nice if plants came with such things, but, unfortunately, we have to take it on faith that, for instance, the Wal-Mart plants will grow and thrive.
Because I do stuff like this I compared it to my own life. Just because I can’t see progress in the things I have no control over, doesn’t mean that progress hasn’t been made. Roots need to get established before a plant pokes its head out of the ground. They need strength before they face the world of heat and cold and dog pee.
It’s hard for me to remember that life very rarely (okay, practically never) runs on the timeline that I would like. Patience has never been one of my strong suites, and has been one of the constant lessons in my life.
Of course, I realize this analogy completely falls apart if I don’t manage to grow my lilies into adulthood…
I decided to take a good long look at my patio garden this year, and really think about what plants would do best with the little bit of sunlight that I have each day. Also, new this year, is the yard-and-a-half, a box that I asked my sister and brother-in-law for for Christmas, where the dogs can go and potty when I’m not home during the day. The picket fence was a bonus.
After some research, I decided that dutch white clover would be a better choice than grass–it’s more resistant to dogs, and wouldn’t require “mowing”. However, I did want something the dogs could munch on if their stomachs were upset, so I planted some wheat grass in an old bulb pot I had. (I noticed that if I went to a pet store and bought “pet grass” it would cost $4.50. If I went to the grocery store and bought wheat grass for human consumption it would cost $1.50)
I ordered some clover seed online, (paying twice as much for shipping as for the actual seeds. I’m a little bitter about that.) and sowed my yard and a half.
I fully acknowledge that while I love gardening, I struggle with growing plants from seeds (except weeds, for some reason). So, I’ve sown the seeds, then, the first thing I would do each morning would be to check the yard-and-a-half to see if they had germinated. After a few weeks without seeing any green, I resowed. This happened twice. I was beginning to despair a bit–and wonder how a girl who technically lived on a farm until she was eight (we didn’t have any crops, just a feed lot in the back yard) and came from a long line of farmers on both sides could fail to grow anything from seeds, until, upon checking the yard-and-a-half this morning, I saw this:
I had a horrible night last night–the migraine made sleeping hard, as did the changed acoustics of having my bed on the other side of the room. (Seriously, the trains and traffic are much louder than they were three days ago.) Seeing these seedlings this morning cheered me up incredibly.
Now comes the part that I really struggle with–keeping these little baby plants alive until they reach maturity.