Its time to splash some color around PHF. Although our thumbs are a pale green when it comes to the garden we are able to grow enough veggies to feed us, but when it comes to flower beds our thumbs become the grim reaper. We tend to grow more weeds and grass than flowers, so we resort to containing them in pots in order to create some colorful bling around the farm.
Rarely is it a true representation when viewing a picture of someone potting flowers on a blog, magazine or TV. Its perfectly staged with gardening gloves, hand tools, pretty pots, and flowers laid out on a rustic table in a perfectly implemented potting shed.
We live in reality on this farm ( Would I like a potting shed? Heck yea). We use whats available. Flowers are potted on the porch table, and Martha Stewart would pull out her hair watching my methods. Its not neat, its not pretty, or methodical. Its messy, I don’t wear gardening gloves, and since I misplaced my tools (only God knows where) I use a spoon and measuring cup from the kitchen. But the finished product is what counts. Vibrant blooms that cheer up a bland porch, brighten a garden bench and best of all, feed the honey bees and entice the butterflies to visit.
You know, come to think of it, even if I had a potting shed, I still wouldn’t wear gardening gloves, but I might be able to keep track of my tools.
i like flowers, but they don’t like me very much, I like the low maintenance kind, 🙂
My poor sister killed every plant she touched. Her children resorted to buying her artificial flowers and plants! 🙂
That’s too funny! I’m getting better at keeping them alive, and the plants don’t seem to shutter anymore when I get close to them or scream “Oh on, here comes the lady with a black thumb!”
🙂 That’s a good thing!
Sounds like you’re hinting for a potting shed! Mine was taken over by chickens (they just moved in) and I use a small cat carrier for my tools. When I [invariably] leave the tools outside, they don’t get rained on before I eventually track them down.
That’s a good idea. I might use it when I finally find my elusive hand spade and reunite it with the rest of the tools. Until then, the tool family has adopted a spoon.