Kidding. I’m a novice at best.
I’m not sure if it’s the warmer weather or that I’m becoming more confident in my old age, but I have been excited to get my hands dirty.
Anyone who knows me, know that I hate dirt. When my mother used to garden, I would laugh at her. There on her knees with dirt beneath her nails, wiping the sweat from her brow. And I was amazed that she somehow found joy down there. In all that dirt.
Now I’m finding that same joy. I guess I could compare it to having a baby. Without the pain. You plant a seed and watch it grow. It’s quite beautiful.
Yesterday, the sun was shining and it was a perfect day to plant. I finally got around to planting those indoor plants that I had bought over a month ago.
And I planted one of the dumb cane clippings.
I was amazed at how the roots grew so quickly.
I have no idea if I did this right but I just stuck it in some dirt in an old candle jar and gave it a good watering. I’ll let you know if it survives.
I have to say that I have found my inner gardener.
It’s terrifying though because I have been known to kill a few plants in my day. But I have learned a thing or two after sacrifing a plant to my inexperience.
Follow the directions on those tags. They’re pretty helpful.
I usually wait until the leaves droop a bit to ensure I don’t over water them. That usually means I water all my plants once a week. I chose Saturdays so that I would remember when to water my plants.
Fertilize. It really helps.
So that’s what I’ve learned. I’m off to pen a book on gardening since I’m now an expert.
Any tips on keeping houseplants alive and thriving?