Green Thumb

A student came for her lesson this morning, but didn't come inside. I finally went out to see what was keeping her. She said, "I love your flower garden."

I love my garden, too. I am not a gardener. I mentioned my gardening method last year.
1. Load Tabitha and Adam into the car.
2. Drive to the greenhouse.
3. Allow them to choose six or seven flowers each (any kind--whatever they think is pretty).
4. Choose five tomato plants and several herbs (basil--at least three plants, oregano and mint if I happened to kill the perennials that were previously thriving, rosemary, summer savory, lemon basil, lemon balm, lavender and anything else that looks or smells lovely).
5. Come home and think about planting.
6. Put it off for a couple of days.
7. Drag Tabitha and Adam to the garden plot.
8. Dig holes and stick in the plants. Try to keep the taller ones toward the back and mix things up as much as possible.
9. Put all the herbs next to the stepping stones so they are easily accessible.
10. Clean up, go into the house, and pray that everything survives (note: if they don't survive, start over and try it again).

So--my garden is a success. My piano student thinks it's lovely. And she even thinks it's lovely with the two dead plants hiding in the back which shall shortly be replaced when I remember to go back to the greenhouse. Just don't ask me what's in it. I have no idea.