My father has the worst black thumb of anybody I've ever met. It's not for lack of trying. He reads gardening books and magazines in the winter to try to get tips. Every year he really gives it his all and then fails miserably year after year - or at least the last 25 of them that I remember. It's comical actually. We lived in Kansas when I was younger and he tried to grow sunflowers (which are the state flower). Despite his best efforts, the best one he ever grew was about 6inches tall, yet they grew wild to full height in the field across the street from our house. At least he has a sense of humor about it now. Last week I overheard a friend ask him what he was growing in his garden - he replied "rabbits and deer mostly".
So obviously, given my past and family history, I decided to try my hand at gardening this year. And miraculously, it's not a complete failure (which means that it's a win)!
I built a raised bed, which is probably the reason for my minimal success. I added landscape fabric and hardware cloth underneath to keep out any burrowing pests and weeds. And then built it 12" up from the ground. I'm a little bit ridiculous, so I painted the bed bright yellow. Then I just filled it with dirt and plants - and they GREW!
|So Much Garden Soil!|
|Ruthless Killer Protecting My Garden|
|After Everything Was Planted|
Ignore the dead grass around the raised bed - I killed it because I am planning to surround it with stone. I'm just too lazy to follow through.
|I Grew This!|
|These Plants Grew!|