I admit it. I’m one of those people who doesn’t like to get her hands dirty. And I mean that literally. I detest the feeling of grit, grime, flour, chalk, what-have-you on my hands. I constantly wash and moisturize. I’m weird that way.
So even six years ago, I think I would have laughed in your face if you’d told me that one day I would delight in playing in the dirt (again anyway, I used to make a mean mud pie in my pre-school days). Obsess over plants and harvest? No way. Dream about watering configurations and when to sew seeds? Not a chance. Feel personally affronted by plant failures? Puh-lease.
But in my fifth season as a gardener, I must cop to all of those behaviors. Somehow my black thumb turned green.
Mostly, I do summer veggie gardening. I’ve also planted trees and flower bulbs, and revamped our front yard beds. Lately, I’m getting ready to manage our Back-40 redesign but I can’t even imagine our backyard as anything by a pile of weeds. Stay tuned for more on that! In the mean time, Project Green Thumbs gardening adventures, organized by season:
Aerobic gardening dos and don’ts
On being nosy, I mean neighborly
No tomato left behind
If praying mantises could talk…
Pests and protectors
Project Green Thumbs garden update
Kicking my yard’s butt front and back
Garden pests and problems
Winter edition: Baby, it’s cold outside
Winter veggies galore
Trying not to hate my winter garden
Wow, that was in the pre-blog era!