gardening is not something that I am instinctively drawn to. I'm about a
nurturing as a rock and terribly forgetful. But I thought, "How hard
could it be to keep a few plants alive? I keep Charlie alive, and she's a
Apparently, plants are harder than cats...
began early spring when the weather was unseasonably warm during the
day. I thought that because it was relatively nice outside it would be
the perfect time to pot some plants. Without experience in this area I
failed to realize one key factor, the weather here changes (rapidly). So
without this bit of knowledge, I set out to the garden store, purchased
plants and pots, and began my gardening journey.
decorated my little pots in shades of blue, green, and purple. I planted
my 6 little plants with pride. How are they doing now? Well, there are
now 3 and half remaining.
The first to go was the catnip. How do you kill catnip? Here's how:
soon realized that although the daytime was unseasonably warm at night
there was still a very strong chance of frost and cold temperatures. So,
I began packing up my little pots and bringing them in every night. I
was smart enough to know that with Charlie the cat around I would have
to place the plants in one of the few areas cat proof enough for them to
survive. The only suitable place was the top of some kitchen cupboards.
dear boyfriend would have to lift them up on top of the cupboards every
night and bring them down for me to water every day. After a few days
of this, both he and I were tired of the hassle. To keep the peace and
make watering them easy, I decided to place the plants in the bathroom
and shut the door. Again, I failed to see the flaw in this plan. Of
course the door was closed often. How hard is it to forget during the
day? Remembering this small step at 2 am however is difficult for even
the most rested man and woman.
One night, I hear a
ruckus coming from the living room. Emerging from the bedroom, I found
Charlie, high as a kite, racing around the living room. Immediately, I
knew that she had found her way into the catnip. I made my way to the
bathroom preparing to witness what was surely a massacre. I turned on
the light and was pleasantly surprised to see green leaves gleaming. It
took a few moments to realize that in the middle of all that green there
was one pot, empty except for potting soil.
had not only munched on my poor catnip plant, she had completely
devoured it-roots and all. She remained off for almost a week, sometimes
tweaking out at the smallest noises, puffing up her fur and diving
under the nearest piece of furniture for cover. I can only imagine what
she might have heard or seen as she rode out that bad catnip trip.
to go was the basil. As the weather alternated between hot to warm
sunny days and freezing cold nights, I eventually gave up bringing the
plants inside. It was a lot of work for my little pregnant body and I
figured it wouldn't get that cold. Apparently, I was wrong.
Basil. It didn't stand a chance. The alternating temperature soon
turned the once bright green and healthy plant into a dry, brittle, and
all that remains are my 3 and a half plants. I say half because my
lavender has slowly turned brown and brittle. No matter how nice the
weather is or how often I remember to water, it just seems to have given
up hope of living.
The remaining three; rosemary, sage, and spearmint seem to be doing alright.
am hoping that at least one of them makes it. My guess would be the
spearmint as it has thrived under my clumsy and forgetful care.
Perhaps my future endeavors will go a lot more smoothly than gardening.