I was going to call this blog post Plotting, but I wasn’t sure whether it was the right word. I was thinking about the phrase garden plot and was trying to make a play on words. But I decided to look it up and discovered a nice blog post that explained the difference between plotting and planning.
Making plans for my garden gives me a sense of optimism. It’s a kind of therapy I didn’t know I needed. Looking at photographs of flowers in full bloom and picturing how they might look in our yard has reassured me that, yes, there will be beauty in our yard again soon.
We had planned to put a little vegetable garden just beneath our dining room window because it has been an empty space for a long time. But then, in September, we installed a window bird feeder on our dining room window, and now I’m not sure it’s a good idea to have the garden there.
We’re considering moving the window feeder, but we’re not sure if that’s wise. Will the birds accept this? I realize that contemplating whether or not to relocate our feeder as the determining factor to our vegetable garden may not sound stable, but it feels like the most sound decision I’ve made in the previous two months.
This is what I’d like to grow in the vegetable garden: lettuce, broccoli, onion, and green pepper.
This year, I also intend to expand my flower garden. Zinnias, sunflowers, and a new flower I discovered recently, ranunculus. Thanks to my friends Kristen and Suz for introducing me to this beautiful flower. I ordered some bulbs from an online nursery, and they should come around my birthday week.
I used to be disheartened by how “ugly” winter made our yard seem. But now when I see our mourning Doves, black capped chickadees, tree sparrows, red-winged blackbirds, and the rare northern cardinal living in our trees and shrubs throughout winter, I wonder, if the birds are happy enough to remain here, why shouldn’t we be?
A greenhouse in our backyard is a future project I’d love to work on. I’ve been wanting one for a while now, but it wasn’t until I saw this greenhouse that I became obsessed:
I mean, COME ONNN. I’d live in there.
Look at all those plants!
They rent out this greenhouse for photos and “events,” but they don’t have a restroom, so good luck with the “event” when you have to hold your pee the entire time.
(Sighs in menopause)
There’s been a plastic Little Tykes playhouse in our backyard since we moved here in 2005. I never wanted to get rid of it because it held so many memories of the girls playing. But I’d sell that sucker up the river for a gorgeous, gorgeous greenhouse.
I discovered that I had costly taste while studying greenhouses. So it appears that we will have to rent out our future greenhouse for “events” as well.
I never envisioned myself as someone who would be obsessed with flowers, the Audubon society, who watches for sales on flower bulbs and buys certain bird food to attract specific birds to her yard.
People used to think that living like this meant you were becoming old. Maybe? Perhaps it’s because I’m taking the time to appreciate everything that’s going on around me. I am grateful to the pandemic for forcing me to do so.
I think I’m finally transforming into the person I’ve always wanted to be.
Have you been planning? Or plotting? 😉
Here are some fun links: