My mother always had the most amazing yard. It didn’t matter what the ground was like or what she picked to grow – she had the ability to make anything come up beautiful. I do not have that gift. In fact, my husband calls me “The Plant Reaper”.
But, we’ve moved into a house that hasn’t had anyone taking care of the front yard for a bit. Basically, there were multiple dirt patches that obviously were gardens and we decided we should fill them. The conversation between my husband and myself went something like this:
H: We should plant something out front so it doesn’t look so barren.
Me: I agree.
H: What do you want to plant?
Me: *blank stare*
H: What kind of flowers and stuff?
Me: Bright and cheerful ones that will still grow when I don’t remember to water them…?
H: I’m not sure that’s a thing. Let’s go to the garden center and see what we can find.
So, I followed him to the gardening center. We looked at tons of plants. He hemmed and hawed about the cost of mulch, planting soil, and rock. Then, we went to look at plants. He pointed out cactus (ew!) that would grow nicely in the environment I described. He also pointed out some bush type plants that I didn’t love either. He kept asking “do you like this?” And, I kept looking around feeling lost and wishing I could call my mom. She was aware of my gardening lameness and would have told me exactly what to plant – or even better she would have had me plant something great and then come over to be sure it survived. Finally, I picked out a few things and we made our way to the register. The first line was really full, but there was a little grandmother like woman standing at the other register. We made eye contact and she waved us over. We stood in line and she looked at me and said “Do you want to know a secret? Want to know what plant is really cheerful and bright and its nearly impossible to kill?” I’m sure my expression was total amazement as I nodded yes. She left her register (there was still no one else in line) and took us out to the garden. She helped us pick lots of seriously beautiful flowers. She patted me on the back and said “these are not any work at all. Just put them in the ground and you can simply water them when you think of it and they come back every year!” Daisies. I love daisies. Who knew they were low maintenance? We also got some snap dragons. By the time we finished I had tears streaming down my face and she just smiled and patted me and rang us up. My poor husband didn’t know what to make of the tears so he just got the car. When I got in he said “Don’t worry about it – this store makes me want to cry too”. HA!
We spent most of Mother’s day weekend planting my cheerful flowers. The front of the house looks like someone lives there now! And, what a fun splash of color.
There’s still so much to do, but I feel like we’ve made serious progress. And, I feel like I may need to go visit the garden center every once in awhile now too.