Thus far, gardening has been quite the headache.
Last year, we planted herbs. Luke loved watering & munching on basil and thyme. Based on that success, I thought we’d plant more herbs and some veggies as well. It has not gone well. Failures have been high; lessons learned, numerous.
I have learned not to overestimate a 2 year old’s ability to plant seeds. Luke has no ability to plant seeds, unless you count tossing numerous seeds willy-nilly. Seed planting time ended when Zach came home from work and found me yelling at Luke NOT TO MOVE, while Luke said, “What about this, Mom? Can I move like this?”, as he twisted and squirmed, and flung seed-starter dirt around the kitchen. (This happened back in March – too cold to be planting outside.) Zach raised his eyebrows at the scene, and I realized immediately that I was just expecting too much out of Luke.
This month, I have learned not to overestimate a husband’s ability to follow directions. After tenderly transplanting all my cute, little plants outside, I asked Zach to water them, so I could put Ben down for the night. My exact words were, “Water them until water comes out the bottom.” He replied, “Okay”. I asked him later if he watered them well, and he said yes.
The next morning, all my plants were surprisingly droopy. I called him at work to ask if he watered them until water came out the bottom. His exact words were, “Uh, no”.
As it turned out, it didn’t matter. I have learned that waiting until late May to move my plants outside does not guarantee a frost won’t come, as it did two days later.
I have also learned to duck when a broom handle comes my way.