Guess What? I'm taking my own advice. I know, I know, it's a risky move, but as the saying goes fortune favors the bold. So, I found me a summer crush. Her name is Summer.
Plant something unique while wearing a floppy hat and garden clogs. Whatever special plant you choose find a spot nearby where you can sit, daydream then sketch it. Weekly? Monthly? Then write about in a pretty journal. Talk to your flora. Name it. Sing to it. Dance around it. Tell me about it, if you choose this little adventure. I really want to hear.
Well, I forgot to wear a floppy hat and garden clogs, but I did dig the hole. I put an egg in the hole because I read somewhere it's a good thing. Summer, and I talked and listened to music.
I'm going to do everything I can to keep her alive. You see I'm like Jason Bourne. Except, I'm plants most dangerous operative. I'm an assassin. A killer. A plant's nightmare. I don't mean to be. This year, I'm crossing my fingers and hope it works out.
Look, last spring I bought six little chicks without a lick of poultry experience. Now, I have five full grown Marsha's and a Jan running the homestead. They really like the front yard, so Summer will have other visitors besides me.
When I put her in the ground, I was as tender as could be. I filled in the hole with really good soil. Then I gave her a really long drink of water.Today, I'm gonna get her some delicious fertilizer.
I grabbed a bucket and sat next to her. The first song that came to mind was Summer Lovin' from Grease. That song will now be stuck in your head. However, it wasn't right. It's not me. I want, no I need for this to be right. Summer needs the best possible treatment ever. She needs me to be true to myself, except for the killing plants part.
So, I put on some Lainey Wilson. We sang Watermelon Moonshine. Listen, if that song don't bring back memories of summer love, I don't know what will. The song opened a floodgate of memories and summer crushes. Nights spent at the Boynton Inlet or camping at Beer Can island were some of my most crush-worthy times. When I wasn't there, it was evenings rolling around Atlantis Roller Rink. Life was sweet. O.K. not always. But carefree for dang sure.
I had to stop myself from oversharing on our first day together as plant and gardener. My girl needs to have grit to hang with me. Well, I played Lainey's song Heart Like a Truck. Summer is gonna need a sturdy heart.
I'm thinking about getting her the Clematis sisters to live down the row from her. I want to have them climb, but I read those girls are tricky to teach to climb. They do it their own way. I'm gonna have to think of that.
I'm putting all my focus on Summer, but I'm gonna attempt to bring my front little yard back to life. When moved in I had big plans. Unfortunately I also have a short attention span, no garden knowledge, so I gave up. Well, I need to prove to Summer she has a home here. Do not Die. Do not!!!!
I'll keep you posted on Miss Summer, the hydrangea with courage. Oh, I think I will read her Angela Duckworth's, book, Grit.
With green thumb dreams and butterfly kisses,