To say I don’t have a green thumb is a gross understatement. I have killed more than one cactus. I have completely failed at zucchini in multiple attempts. I am fairly competent at keeping children and animals alive, but I suck at gardening.
The irony is that I feel as though I should be a person who gardens; I compost, I raise chickens, I eat vegetarian, organic foods, I love farmer’s markets. I should be able to grow my own zucchini. Hell, in most gardens, it grows itself. Some years I have planted gardens, some years I have intended to plant gardens only to realize in June that boat has sailed. I have started from seeds, I have purchased small plants. Most of these attempts result in the same pathetic results.
In good years, I have gotten a handful of edible vegetables, usually tomatoes and cucumbers, although I tend to specialize in and enjoy the more bizarre. I plant things that are doomed to failure, like corn and watermelon, but I revel in the weird cucumber/watermelon hybrid I inadvertently created or the one giant winter squash I grew without ever planting it (compost is a magical thing).
I will continue in my misguided, often half-assed attempts at gardening. This year I bought two tomato plants, one cucumber plants, and a basil plant and planted them in buckets on my porch and I haven’t killed any of them yet. In fact, at least two of the plants are bigger and healthier than when I bought them. Maybe the key to success is lowering my standards. Or maybe I should just admit that I am the person for whom CSAs were invented.