I was given an Ivy plant by Bryan's roommate in college. I took it home over the summer and my mom kept it alive for 2 years. I took it with me when Bryan and I got married and killed it.
When Bryan and I moved into our first apartment we bought two house-plants, Pedro and Napoleon. I watered them every day. Within 6 weeks both were dead.
Every Spring I buy beautiful hanging plants. None of them last long. In SC, the 100 degree sunlight for most of the day fried them. Or, it could be that I didn't water them enough to be able to survive hot SC summers. I'll never tell.
Last Spring, I bought hanging plants that needed constant sun exposure. Turns out, I should've bought ones that thrived in the shade (maybe I should start paying more attention). They died in about two weeks. But I had to keep one hung for weeks because a sparrow built a nest and laid eggs in it. So we had this dry, bare, dead hanging plant on our porch for a good month and a half. It looked horrible.
Last Fall, I decided I would get mums for the front porch. They didn't last long either. I was told by a friend that mums were virtually indestructible. HAHAHAHAHA...not by me! I completely forgot to water them and again, they were dead within weeks.
I want to have a green thumb, I really do. But every plant I purchase and care for dies a slow, agonizing death - either by drowning or dehydration.
I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want to plant a small garden this year. Maybe some tomatoes, green peppers, zucchini/squash, and some herbs. But I'm terrified that I'll plant all the little seedlings and then kill them all by either showing them too much love or not enough.
Yesterday, I was grocery shopping and I almost lost my mind. I got everything I needed to make Bryan's favorite pasta and then got to the produce isle. Wal-mart didn't have fresh basil! UGH, I HATE WAL-MART! (Don't ask me if I could've gone to another store...because there aren't any. I'm bitter about it if you can't tell.) I furiously pushed my cart to the garden section and threw potting soil, a cute little pot, and the last little basil seedling they had (which is already looking a little frail) in the cart. I planted him today but am fearful that instead of turning out to be a beautiful, bearer of deliciously sweet and fragrant basil, that I've signed this sweet seedling's death sentence.
|Meet Basil (Baah-sil). That's right, he's British.|
Any words of wisdom on how to keep my sweet, little Basil alive? Maybe if I can get him to thrive, I can move onto planting a real garden. Tips on planting said garden are much appreciated too.