Okay, so I have issues.
Specifically, Dirt-on-my-Hands issues.
I cannot stand having my hands dirty.
Having gritty/oily/sticky/etc. hands makes me so uncomfortable, the mere thought (this blog entry included) makes me want to go wash my hands.
This fact, coupled with my decidedly black thumb, makes gardening a real challenge for me.
I’m explaining this so you’ll understand the pride I feel having accomplished this:
Two ledge-sitting planters with fresh herbs.
Parsley (both flat and curly), spicy basil, cilantro, oregano, chives, dill, rosemary and thyme (why do I suddenly have Simon and Garfunkel running through my head).
I plant an herb garden every year. You can’t make homemade salad dressings properly if you don’t have fresh herbs on hand.
Two pots of pansies.
As these pretty little things need to be tended daily, I fully expect them to perish within the month.
A small (~ 3×20) strip garden with hostas, euonymus, Jacob’s Ladder, silver mound (a few others I can’t recall) solar lanterns and decorative stepping stones.
As I said, I’m fairly proud of myself.
We’ll see how long I can convince them to survive.