Whitewater
Attractive To Bees
I like seeing the looks on the faces of my friends when I tell them that yes, THOSE tomaotes and THESE strawberries and THAT zucchini all came from an initial investment of no more than $3 each, either per plant or per seed packet. It's like my produce looks like it *must* have cost an arm and a leg, or something.
All I've got is some water, some seeds (I admit, I did pay about $30 for a bunch of started special heirloom tomatoes and peppers!), a sunny patch of dirt, a small $5 hand shovel (I've got hand issues, had to find one with 'ergonomic' handles!) and a WHOLE LOT of backbreaking labor (it will be SO MUCH EASIER next year because I won't have to sod bust!).
It just doesn't have to be expensive. I look at my mother and just sigh. She can't understand why I don't have real, non-knock-off Crocs to garden in, and $30 gardening gloves, and a potting table with a sink "just like the one that Martha Stewart uses!" and one of those little rolling carts that has a seat on it, and a whole armory of expensive top of the line gardening tools and a $900 tiller and on and on . . . why I don't buy my compost (because the city provides it for free, duh!), why I don't use non-organic fertilizers, why I leave a few of the milkweed alone (to encourage the monarch butterfly population!), why my strawberries and raspberries aren't in a perfectly shaped, perfectly neat row, on and on and on.
Sheesh. To hear her talk, only millionaires could afford to get in the dirt!
And she's also appalled that I go out in my painting jeans and my floppy hat -- apparently there's actual 'gardening clothes' out there somewhere?
Just more expense.
All you need to garden is some seeds or baby plants, some water, and a patch of dirt somewhere (in a container or not) in a sunny spot. Voila. You're a gardener!
If I can afford to garden, anybody can!
Whitewater
All I've got is some water, some seeds (I admit, I did pay about $30 for a bunch of started special heirloom tomatoes and peppers!), a sunny patch of dirt, a small $5 hand shovel (I've got hand issues, had to find one with 'ergonomic' handles!) and a WHOLE LOT of backbreaking labor (it will be SO MUCH EASIER next year because I won't have to sod bust!).
It just doesn't have to be expensive. I look at my mother and just sigh. She can't understand why I don't have real, non-knock-off Crocs to garden in, and $30 gardening gloves, and a potting table with a sink "just like the one that Martha Stewart uses!" and one of those little rolling carts that has a seat on it, and a whole armory of expensive top of the line gardening tools and a $900 tiller and on and on . . . why I don't buy my compost (because the city provides it for free, duh!), why I don't use non-organic fertilizers, why I leave a few of the milkweed alone (to encourage the monarch butterfly population!), why my strawberries and raspberries aren't in a perfectly shaped, perfectly neat row, on and on and on.
Sheesh. To hear her talk, only millionaires could afford to get in the dirt!
And she's also appalled that I go out in my painting jeans and my floppy hat -- apparently there's actual 'gardening clothes' out there somewhere?
Just more expense.
All you need to garden is some seeds or baby plants, some water, and a patch of dirt somewhere (in a container or not) in a sunny spot. Voila. You're a gardener!
If I can afford to garden, anybody can!
Whitewater