I’ve never had great luck with potted plants. The fickle things will last a week or two under my care, and then eventually kick the bucket. Perhaps this is due to my inconsistant watering schedule. It could be that the feng shui is off in my apartment. Or maybe the plants don’t like staying cooped up in the home. Maybe they want to live out in the wild, where mother nature intended them to be. Well, plants, this is your chance. I have joined a community garden.
It wasn’t an easy process. They guy in charge was all, “What’s your ten-year plan?” I thought he was kidding. “Do you mean my ten-month plan? I’m not sure. It’s kind of hard to plan that far in advance.” I don’t think he appreciated my humor. “So basically, you’re just looking to dabble, with no real commitment.” “Yup. That’s me. Ha ha. Er…” Eventually, after some finageling, I was granted ownership of two small pots of soil, which was all I wanted anyway. Yay!
I picked up some darling seed bombs at Anthropologie (What could be easier, eh?) to get me started. I am going to grow wildflowers and herbs. While I was at Anthro, I signed up for a free workshop on building your own terrarium. To be honest, I wasn’t completely sure what a terrarium was. But it sounded earthy and very eco-friendly. I am going to have so much fun being a hip urban gardener!