The last few days I’ve actually been able to look out from the kitchen window and see the flower bed that, hopefully, will be filled with colour in the not too distant future. I’m already looking forward to spending a warm afternoon planting flowers while Max sits there beside me wondering what in the world I’m doing, playing in the dirt. That’s his job, after all.
This will be the third year of “green thumbing” it for me. Up until a couple of years ago, I had never planted anything, and now I can’t wait to get out there.
As a rookie two years ago, I headed out to a greenhouse on 13th Ave. looking for goodies to fill our flower bed. I had no idea what I was looking for, but apparently where I started wasn’t the right plant section. The plants I was looking at were ones that thrived in shade, which wasn’t going to work out too well, considering how much sun sprays down on our flower bed. So a lady directed me to the plants that needed sunshine and I was on my way. She was telling me everything I needed to know, but didn’t really care to know, about every plant that was there. I finally told her all I needed were plants that were nice and colorful and like a lot of sun. Hey, to me it wasn’t rocket science. I wasn’t making a career move or anything like that. Leave out the details, give me the plants. I finally made my way to the register with enough plants to start off our flower bed.
Last year I headed over to a seasonal greenhouse that pops up every spring at 7th and Lewvan. This time I wasn’t quite the novice I was the year before. I just told the guy, “Give me some plants that are colourful and need sunshine.” That was it. He had me set up with a couple boxes of plants within 10 minutes. I ended going back a couple more times after that. I noticed the other day that he’s back at that same location again this year getting all set up for another run.
I’ll be watching and waiting anxiously, leaving things in the capable hands of Mother Nature!