Gardens have a way of keeping you humble. Just when you think you’ve got everything under control, nature steps in to remind you who’s really in charge.
Yesterday has been a mix of excitement and frustration. I started by planting new flowers, adding pops of color to the beds. There’s something satisfying about placing each one in the soil.
On the experimental side, I’ve been running a little weed test. Got some hand on #weed seeds. So far just one seeded.
Now it's 3 weeks, all I've seen in videos had been bigger. Might the lacking quality time with sun or it's simply not enough of it.
The strawberries and blackberries are entering their second wave, promising sweet rewards in the weeks ahead.
It’s amazing how perennial plants come back each season with renewed determination, like old friends returning for another visit.
But not everything has been sunshine and blossoms. The tomatoes took a hit from something — I’m still not sure whether it was pests, disease, or the weather — and the hardest loss was my biggest, most perfect tomato.
It was gone almost overnight, leaving behind only a bitten stem and a gardener’s sigh.
Still, every garden is a cycle of wins and setbacks. The joy is in watching things grow, learning from what doesn’t, and coming back each day to see what’s changed.