Much to the dismay of everyone that has ever met me, I’ve taken up gardening.
Thanks to Google, I’ve learned the difference between perennials and annuals. Although sometimes I still need to look it up because I can’t keep them straight. I still have to do “lefties” and “righties” on my hands to know direction. Apparently, there’s just some things my brain won’t keep on retainer.
But as my interest in flowers has grown, my interest in gardening has like-wise grown. And I’ve been quite successful. Until I planted some lavender and three days later is was dead. That one’s not my fault. I don’t know who to blame but it’s not me. Three days seems a little record breaking.
So now I’m trying my hand at bulb planting. I ordered Lily Trees, Daffodils (my complete least favorite flower ever created but they were free with Lily Tree purchase) and Poppy Anemone hybrids that will (hopefully) bloom in the spring.
And these are some lackluster pictures of planted bulbs. After planting over 100 bulbs, which oddly takes forever and in the end you have nothing to show for it, The Boyfriend came outside to bring me a cocktail.
Just kidding, there were no cocktails. Apparently he only came outside to ask me, “why’s this imaginary garden taking forever?”