Gardening is a process. The to-do list never ends, and that's fine with me. It's not a precise science, either, and that appeals to the environmentalist in me. It contrasts with my high stress, fast paced job (public school teacher); I can come home from school and work outside, or play in the dirt, as my family affectionately says.
On a recent long holiday weekend, I felt fine going around the yard and finding out what needed doing.
First, the herbs. My long and narrow herb pot was going - or growing - nowhere. I'm not sure why. Bad soil? Too much water? Too much sun? No matter what, they're not coming up. I solved this by replanting - planting a little herb garden set that a student gave me in June. The plants will (hopefully) outgrow the tiny picturesque pots soon, and then I'll transplant them elsewhere. But for now, this is darn cute on my deck.
The chair was a curb find. A neighbor was throwing it away, so we picked it up and cleaned it up. it's rickety and missing two slats in the back - there's a reason it was in the trash - but it'll make a great flowerpot holder. Our eventual plan is a hole in the seat, just the right size for the geranium pot, and then I'll paint it. For now, it just sits on the deck making a shelf for the flowerpot and (starting today) the tiny pots of herbs.
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