I’m more like a Black Thumb, with plants or anything else. This is ironic. My mother is an excellent gardener. As a child in San Francisco, under her tutelage, I grew pansies, poppies, petunias in the front yard. Not just flowers, though. In the backyard: corn, green beans, pumpkins, blackberries.
But here I am, 50 later this year, always distracted by one thing or another. I start something and forget to follow through.
The poor purple pansies I bought just before Christmas, gangley enough when I found them on clearance, have been languishing in two planters on my garden walls. Wilted. Weedy. Brown. Spindly. Drooping over the edge. Time for some TLC. Tender. Loving. Care.
Last week I brought them inside to the dining room table to work on them. First, I uprooted a prickly and stubborn weed that had rooted deep, taken over a corner. Then I gently pulled each of the dozen or so plants out of the square black pots, separated them, and laid them out. Could I salvage this one or that? Is it healthy enough to survive?
— Meanwhile, a startled black lizard jumped out of one of them and scuttled across the kitchen. (I’ll reckon he finds enough to eat from the crumbs my kids leave out, or a bug or two skittering across the floor in the dark of night.) —
I pulled off the dead flowers, leaves, stems.
I potted a fresh new yellow pansy in the middle of each planter.
I tucked in the ailing sprouts around the edges.
My daughter and I have been watering them, she more than I. Maybe she will pick up where her Grandma left off in helping me nurture plants.
Still some drooping. Still some dry spots. But they are coming along well enough.
I love the friendly faces of the pansies.
I bought some golden poppy seeds recently. If I can find where I stashed them, they’re up next. Shall I sprout them in a cake pan like we’ve been doing for the radish seeds in our science experiments?
We’ll see if I can recreate the Garden of My Youth. For now, I’ll enjoy my perky pansies and soft polka dot quilt.
maybe even better than new.
Or, for a vintage funky musical version….
May you be refreshed and renewed…
P.S. Though I had already planned to post this, the contents were partially inspired by Dan Christensen’s blog Diamonds in the Dumpster.