Earlier this week, I told The Boy that we would spend some time in the garden on Saturday. My poor garden bed has been sadly neglected, and with our temporary house guests, I thought it might be good to have some flowers outside for them to visit once they leave their chrysalises.
I went to Lowe’s shortly after breakfast to get the plants I wanted to grow. I’ve had some success in starting seedlings on my kitchen windowsill in the past, but this has been a pretty crazy few months and I honestly haven’t made the time or had the inclination to plant seed this year. And I really wanted to place hardier plants into my garden bed this year, so I picked out a few different plants: tomato, cucumber, red pepper, jalapeno, green beans, romaine lettuce, basil, cilantro, watermelon, strawberries, and blueberries.
I had seen the blueberry plants in the past but was always a bit scared to try my hand at growing them. This year, though, I decided to take a chance and get one of the plants, and after reading the accompanying tag, grabbed another plant of a different varietal so that the two could cross-pollinate and produce fruit. The fruit, after all, is the whole point of growing blueberry plants, anyway, right?
I have a good-sized garden bed that Cute Husband built for me as my Christmas present last year. It’s four feet by eight feet, and last year it was home to a runaway basil plant, a hardy jalapeno plant, and The Boy’s wildflowers, which seemed to take over most of the garden bed. This year, I repurposed a little wooden crate-like box that came with some Clementine oranges and set The Boy up with his very own garden bed to grow his wildflowers.
As soon as I got back from Lowe’s, The Boy and I set to work on preparing the garden bed. This involved uprooting the giant basil bush and discovering its roots stretched throughout the garden. No wonder it was so big! I tried to rearrange a pumpkin plant that sprouted from some seeds Cute Husband tossed into the garden bed as compost last Halloween, but The Boy got overzealous and yanked the plant out of the ground, breaking its roots. I’ve placed it in water in hopes that some roots might grow back and I can salvage the plant (it’s flowering and tiny fruit that promise to be pumpkins are already growing), but only time will tell. At any rate, The Boy felt really bad about uprooting it, so I promised him that we would plant another pumpkin another day, and that helped cheer him a bit.
Now, I knew full well that my garden bed alone wouldn’t hold all the plants that I bought. Luckily for me, I had lots of containers in mind when I purchased them. The blueberries each went into their own pots and are at the edge of the patio, carefully positioned so that they will get full sun and be exposed to whatever rainfall we get. The strawberries are in little galvanized metal troughs, and I’ve place those on the edge of the coffee table on the patio, a little bit further under the roof of the covered patio, but still able to receive full sunlight and a good amount of rain. And the romaine lettuce, which needs only partial sunlight, especially during our hot Florida summers, is in a large pot by the sliding glass doors. It will still receive a few hours of sunlight, but I’ll need to make sure I remember to water it every other day or so.
The new basil that I bought got its very own pot that I placed between my patio chairs. I decided to keep it in a pot since last year’s plant went a little crazy, and I’m hoping this will keep it in check.
As for the other plants…
The tomato and cucumber are on the half of the garden that I’m calling my “Gazpacho Garden”. Separating them is a little trellis onto which I will tie the stalks as they get taller. In the two corners of the garden bed are the pepper plants. (See why it’s my Gazpacho Garden? All I’m missing is the garlic and the red onion.)
On either side of a broken cinder block that marks the center of the garden bed (and also acts as my stepping stone) is watermelon to the back and cilantro in the front. I know; they’re not related. But the cilantro (should it thrive) would go very well with my tomatoes and peppers in a pico de gallo. Again, all I’m missing is the onion and garlic.
And last, four green bean plants surround another small trellis on the other half of the garden. Cute Husband says I will ultimately have a giant green bean bush with the current setup, but as long as they produce green beans, I really don’t care what they look like. There is also a little carrot plant that I transplanted several months ago in a little corner. It’s still green and growing very slowly, but there aren’t any carrots attached to the greens yet. I’m still hopeful, though.
Once I finished with the garden bed, I set to work clearing the patio of, well, stuff that little creatures like to use as hiding places. I (carefully) shook out the plant covers that we used during the
sporadic three or four freezes we had this winter and put them into a large zip-top bag so that I could store them in the house again, and I removed all the extra containers that I once used before I had patio furniture or a garden bed. I recycled what I could and tossed the rest. Yes, I’m sure someone else would have been able to make great use of them, but I just wanted them out of my yard, spider eggs and all.
After everything was planted and I’d finished putting everything away, I felt really accomplished, similar to how I’ve felt after a run. It took a lot longer than a run, though, but I think the payoff will be pretty awesome.