It’s hard to believe 2019 is nearly half over. Counting by week for this 52-Week Blog Challenge makes me more aware of time slipping by. How about you?
Right away, I wanted to write “gardening is a pain.” The older I get, the more of a chore planting becomes. Then I thought, no, it wasn’t painful because although I didn’t inherit my dad’s green thumb, I miss planting flowers and having plants. He could grow anything and took great pleasure in gardening.
However, I don’t have to think pain or pleasure, anymore, because I live in an apartment without a yard.
As a young wife and mom, I had always planted flowers around my house—petunias, pansies, and other types in the backyard. Impatiens were planted in the front because of shade, and I planted geraniums and assorted flowers in pots for my porch, steps, and deck. Each year I’d pick a color scheme and add a variety of colors to blend in with whatever color I chose for my main color. Back then, my husband took care of the vegetable garden, so we reaped those rewards too.
Before moving last summer, I had an apartment with a small front yard, so I planted assorted flowers in two big ceramic planters for my patio. I had a single shepherd’s hook for hanging a good-sized pot in the sun and a double hook with smaller pots for the shade. Oh, I had one lone Tropicana rose bush that was there when I moved in.
This year, my indoor non-garden consists of the ceramic planter in my dining room with artificial ferns. As you can see, the ceramic planter still has poinsettia’s. They give a pop of color until I can replace them. Another outside planter I brought with me now sits on my awesome window ledge which is like a window seat.
I switch out seasonal artificial flowers. The expense of buying artificial plants and flowers is painful, but they last a long time.
I moved the double hook for a picture. It usually sits in my living room because it was a gift I like looking at.
Outside, I have plenty of nature’s garden to view out my front and side windows. This hides two huge trees in the front, one ahead of the brown area on the left.
Is it a wonder a squirrel built a nest in my car engine?
Yes, sometimes the work of gardening had been a pain, but it wasn’t a bad enough pain to make me stop—until I had to.
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