For pete's sake

[killiara]

My husband apparently does not count as 'adult supervision' when it comes to gardening either.

"Oh, let's go to the nursery. I have a list: 2 citronella plants, one peace lily, one spider plant, and maybe some mint. I have the pots and soil."

We emerge with my list, true, the variety of mint being chocolate. We also leave with 3 bags of soil, 1 Gerbera Daisy, 2 habenero peppers, 1 upright rosemary five gallon, 5 sweet basil.

On our way home, "Hey, we need a shovel to prepare the bed for the plants outside." I stay in the car, he runs into wall mart. He emerges with a shovel, a watering timer, 4 more plants, and several lengths of hose.

Today, "Hey, I need a couple more bags of soil for the garden bed. Quick run to home depot."

We emerge with two pineapple sage, one grapefruit mint, the soil, and two pots that look like teacups. (He made me put the pot back that looks like an off-brand Magikarp).

Edited to add that hubby did not CARE that we're constantly 100+ Farenheit right now in the afternoons. If we're gardening, FINE, we're going to have an outside garden too dammit. Or at least that's his take on things.

Comments

[becomingkate]

You could get all that stuff at home depot, right? I mean I don't know much about the plants, but home depot is pretty much our one stop shopping place for gardening.

[killiara]

The nursery had a different plant selection, and a much wider selection of trees and bushes to be planted. The pots were more expensive too, which is why I split my shopping between the different locations.

[becomingkate]

Ahh, cool!

[seventhbard]

Yay rosemary! :D It's my favorite plant in the worldiverse.

Adult supervision and gardening aren't a good combo! Best done with the inner child having free reign. ;)

[killiara]

I know, right? As an adult we're like, "Dirt, EW!" while the kid part of our psyche is going, "YAAAY! I GET TO PLAY IN THE DIRT!!! WITH MY SHOVEL!!"

I remember as a kid once breaking down in tears because there was a huge patch of clover in our front yard that Dad had mowed down that didn't grow back. Now as an adult I remember that running barefoot through that patch of clover caused over 3/4 of the beestings I got living there, and most of them on the bottom of my feet.

No freaking wonder I developed an allergy. But even today if I lived in a place where I needed ground cover instead of having yards that were already bricked and gravelled in when I got here, my first question would be, "Clover?" rather than "Grass?"

[seventhbard]

I would love crown vetch all over my yard as a ground cover. It has tiny, delicate-looking, exquisitely shaped leaves and pretty little flowers. I love clover too. I still eat it sometimes when I find a nice ripe purple one! XD If you pluck the petals and suck on them from the bottom you get the nectar on your tongue and it's just this hint of sweet, and it's nice.

I used to follow Dad about as he landscaped in the yard and was probably a right pest "what's that? what's THAT? what's this do? LOOK WHAT I FOUND," and it's a good thing my parents were never squeamish as I dragged every frog, salamander, bug, and snake into the house if given half the chance. Anyway one day he'd dug up some wet and sandy clayish soil somewhere and something about the color of it intrigued me, I was seized by a compulsion that to this day I cannot explain, and before I could even think what I was doing I grabbed a handful of it and stuffed it into my mouth, an action I very, very heartily regretted basically immediately. BLECH!!!!

Love me some dirt and am all about playing in it but never again would I put it in my mouth if I could help it! XD