April 10, 2012 by Heather
I had a thought a few days ago about how I haven’t had the urge to do any crazy nesting. You hear stories about pregnant women who will wake up at night and organize closets like a crazy person, or want to rearrange the whole house, or scrub the baseboards and ceiling fans with a toothbrush.
Then I remembered that we packed up and moved and unpacked it all three months ago. I think I’m all nested out.
I have, however, had the urge to plant stuff. To dig in the dirt. To cultivate my garden. Well, the garden that we rent. I guess it’s not technically mine. I’ve been wanting to use my green thumb. And by green thumb I mean that my gardening gloves are green. That’s about it.
How to put down roots:
I planted some basil, lavender, verbena, pansies, and petunias. I like to pronounce it “BAAAH-zul,” by the way.
And I don’t have a picture of this, but you’ll want to use one of those pronged garden tools to work up the dirt before you put your plants in the ground. Dig a hole the depth of the plant, put it in, and tightly pack the dirt around it. Give it a little sprinkle-tinkle from your watering can, and BAM, flower garden.
Some more experienced gardeners might tell you to work some potting soil into the flower bed. I say, no thanks. I feel weird spending money on dirt that I’m going to combine with other dirt. You know? If it’s going in a container of some sort, that is ok. But as long as the dirt in the ground looks pretty ok, I say make it work.
I keep looking outside to see if they have grown any since last night. Then I remembered that saying – a watched pot never boils. I suppose the same goes for a watched flower.