I wasn’t much of a gardener till recently, and even now, I think I’m better described as “woman making increasingly aggressive plant choices.” Or “woman with watering can, and everlasting hope for strawberries.”
But this year, has felt very much like gardening and less like being pleasantly surprised when it rains and things grow. Regardless of this improvement, for the four years I’ve had the space for a container garden, I’ve always felt like there was a distinct point in the summer where the plants revolt. The tomatoes get sick. The dahlias stop blooming. The strawberries start invading nearby pots because that’s a thing that strawberries do, evidently!
It’s like they know that all I’ve got going for me is my comfy pants collection and killer singing voice. Gardener schmardener.
Truth be told, It’s almost September. Which means it’s almost Fall. Which means it’s almost the season we don’t talk about. Which means my patio garden is probably starting to wind down.
Which means I was all the more surprised when I noticed my lone okra plant starting to do something.
I planted the okra months ago in a pot shared by my snap pea “crops.” And due to some faulty netting and some chipmunks who need a chipmunk tailor because they are too big for their chipmunk britches (this sentence was worth it), the pot was gutted. I thought nothing was coming back, so I let the marigolds take over.
Today I found a surprise stash of crazy straws when I was cleaning my apartment! My beverage game is unmatched right now.
And I have a garden that I talk about a lot.
…Oh my gosh! I’m so glad you asked! You see, my garden is going through something.
I seem to have unintentionally crafted a nature preserve on my 8 foot by 5 foot patio patch of cement.
Real things the neighbors get to hear:
- “I only want the best for both of us!”- I yelled at a bee. To my credit, the bee was getting all up in my business.
- “BIRDS! THERE ARE OTHER PATIOS!”- I yelled at a pair of birds who were either getting amorous or discussing the new Game of Thrones trailer on my patio as I was trying to eat breakfast.
- “Nobody wants you here, cat!” – I yelled at a cat who was trying to climb on my patio.