The front yard isn't looking half-bad. I took a chance on petunias again this year. They are the easiest fecking annual. Idiots can make them grow. Last year, mine got some terrible STFD (sexually transmitted flower disease, who knows what they're doing when I'm not watching) and looked like slimy, pox-ridden, pale fake flowers. I'm the one idiot who can't grow them. So I bought less this year, and I hope they do alright. I'm already panicking (typical), allowing my poor sugarbear to ward off panic attacks two days in a row. But as he is the love of my life, I do my very best to keep his days free of boredom.
"Whaaaaaa!" Me crying over the potential death of my flowers.
"It looks good honey, don't cry." Kevin showcasing his God-blessed patience.
"What if they don't live?" Sniff Sniff Snuffle. Me continuing to bawl like a fourth grade girl.
"Then you can buy more plants." Kevin showcasing his calm demeanor in the face of hysterics.
"But then I'll have wasted money." The almighty sin, the thought of which prompts more sniffles.
"You always freak out over spending money." Well, yeah.
I'm trying to learn about plants. I'm trying to keep them alive. But with all new skills, a bit of failure must occur to challenge growth. Failure sucks donkey. As does wasting money (ie a dead plant). But it's inevitable. And as I've read "Insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results," I understand I'll fail more than once as I learn about gardening.
Only I hope it's not with really expensive plants.
My annuals, however, have lasted one more day. The pots in the backyard look lovely. We are slowly hacking away at the devil's spawn plants the builders have cursed us with. I've showered the side yard with poison. I've spread mulch. In the fall, I'll buy some perennials on sale so I'm not spending a fortune on annuals every summer. Perhaps tomorrow, I'll take some pictures of my own yard to post. I plan on visiting Calendula, a nursery across from Tacoma Little Theater. Maybe then can reassure me about those fecking petunias.
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