grow a garden

I’m trying to be more envirnmentally conscious and so have decided to remove the back lawn completely. I’m not sure how much I can afford, but maybe part of the backyard at a time and then I can have my desert oasis! I already have an injury, though—my palm tree attacked me.

All my plants died in the longest cold front we’ve had in ages. Poof. Dead. The backyard is brown, and it’s not because it’s dormant. How does one without time or money develop a green thumb???

My beautiful tropical plants are withering, although they were meant to live through the mild winters of Vegas. How do I save them??? GRRRRR!

I bought tools yesterday (including these really cool gloves THAT FIT MY WEE HANDS!!!) and spent about an hour trimming the neighbor’s tree that spills into my yard. It was so meditative, and my fan palm is now FREE!!! I didn’t realize how huge it was until I unbound it from the neighboring tree. I haven’t been able to put my mower together yet…and it’s about to storm for two days anyway…so Easter looks like a good day to mow a very thick lawn!!! =0)

I worked in my garden. I didn’t plant anything yet, just cleaned up leaves and crap the wind hid under bushes. It felt good being the in the cool not-quite-spring sunshine, to get dirt under my nails, to feel fresh air on my skin. It’s so relaxing, meditative, refreshing. More tomorrow! =0)

so, I’ve moved in and my backyard is BECKONING! I can’t wait to get out there, but I’ve barely been here a week and it’s chilly…okay, it’s 60 degrees, but I’m fragile (haha). It’s not planting weather. but…I need to start planning! where do I start?

My mother was amazing with gardening: her stunning green thumb could just brush a dying plant and suddenly not only is it in full health it has multiplied as well. To get to our front door, we needed a machetti.

And then there’s me. My gardening feat is the green fuzzy science experiement that keeps regenerating in the back of the fridge (don’t make that face-you know it’s happened to you too). But now that I am buying a house, there is a nice brick plant trough just waiting to be filled…hopefully with continuously living things. I can’t wait to spend meditative hours filling and planting and watering and tending. And then replanting after that fails (hehe!). The end result isn’t the garden-it’s the process.