I’m not much of a gardener, though not for lack of interest or exposure. My mom is the proud curator of some amazing flower beds and an always-bountiful vegetable garden, despite living in North Dakota. The summer of 2009 was the first time I lived in a house with a proper yard and could attempt a small garden of my own. Due in no small part to inexperience and a WONDERFUL (not really) black walnut tree, my first garden was essentially a complete failure.
Taking a second whack at it this summer, the fiance and I tried again, with more success. We moved the garden further from the walnut tree and used fresh soil to fill our raised garden beds. We had moderate success with our beets, okra, kale, broccoli and tomatoes. The carrots never sprouted. Maybe it was bad seeds?
The reason I’m giving all this background is because I spent today clearing out our non-perennial flower garden and vegetable garden and moving our annuals inside for the winter, and I have no idea what I’m doing.
Just three flowers needed to be moved inside. One small rose plant, my last Valentine’s Day present, was among them. Being the genius I am, I scraped my entire right forearm on its thorns. Lessons learned: getting mud in a new wound is unpleasant; roses have thorns.
Please, dear readers, offer me any and all gardening advice you’ve got. The process I used today was simply carefully digging up each plant, putting it in a pot with some dirt, and watering it. My now-indoor plants are hopefully going to survive in their new location on my dining room bar shelf.
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