I’m a rotten gardener. I have absolutely no attention span for things like weeding or watering, and when it comes to feeding plants, or mulching, or pruning, well, for one thing I’m not really sure how, but it actually doesn’t matter because even if I did know how, I probably wouldn’t ever do any of those things anyway. And I’m really bad at staking tomatoes.
Plants in my garden need to be the kind which cope with intense, freakish levels of interest in their early stages (I’ve never *quite* dug up seeds to see if they were sprouting, but I have been known to gently disturb the earth above them, just to see if they were about to poke out of the ground), feverish watering and weeding in their first month of life, and total neglect thereafter.
Self-seeding plants are my favourite kind, and I do quite well with nasturtiums. And we aren’t even going to talk about Jerusalem artichokes.
But when it comes to planting things that I might actually get to eat one day, my attention span can expand to as much as several months. Continue reading →