It’s nearly time for me to begin my planting, again, which means that soon you can all (once again) tell me about the HORRORS OF MINT. (Noooooo! Not the mint! ANYTHING BUT MIIIIIIIIINT!)
Y’all have no idea how much I’m looking forward to it.
In the meantime, we are walking around the deck and our property and figuring out what will go where; what worked, last year, and what we want to try this year that we didn’t before. Now that Chickadee has become a zucchinitarian, for example, I feel it’s my duty to grow some of those. (Yes, I know they’re almost as pervasive as mint. Go ahead and yell.) And while the parsley certainly grew with a mighty fervor, when it came time to make salsa I realized that OOPS, cilantro really would’ve made more sense… especially seeing as how no one in the house actually likes parsley. So.
This is my favorite time of year. I’m full of PLANS and HOPES and haven’t yet broken my nails or touched a roach while weeding. (Magical!)
The strawberry plants of which I was SO PROUD, last year, yielded a bounty of beautiful fruit… which was promptly devoured by the squirrels. First on my list of garden planning was “SKIP THE STRAWBERRIES,” as the plants had demanded more water than anything else, and were generally a huge pain in the rear for zero return.
In fact… I realized that I’d never even put the containers away, last year. The catalog had said that if I wintered the containers inside, there was a decent chance the plants would come back a second year. I was so annoyed with them by the time summer ended, I just left them on the deck to rot.
Like, with vengeance.
So what can I do? I guess I’m growing strawberries again. I may even ask my ever-resourceful husband to figure out a way to protect the plants from the squirrels, so that we can actually eat the berries, this time.
Further investigation into my abandoned deck boxes revealed that the parsley came back, too. I was nearly overcome with the desire to rip it out in one huge yank.
But… I dunno. I feel like if it grows, I should let it. Who knows? Maybe this year we’ll get berries. Maybe this will be the year that I grow to love parsley. Stranger things have happened. And I have to be a little impressed with the tenacity, here.
Really, what can be wrong with having that sort of determination surrounding me? Nothing, that’s what.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. Here’s to WHATEVER insists on growing where you are, right now.