Welcome to my garden!
Okay, I get it now!
We all know someone with a green thumb. For me, it's my Grandma and Grandad. Though, honestly, I never quite understood the appeal for gardening until adulthood. Now that I've had a taste of sweet freedom and what it's like to have my own home, as well as all the chaos and all the kerfuffle that goes with it...I...suddenly love gardening.
So, you could probably assume that given the fact I've been raised by gardeners, I'd probably know what I'm doing. That's not the case. Please, don't get your hopes up. Like in most cases, everything goes in one ear and out the other with me! Not to mention that I'm awfully cack handed, too.
I don't know what I've planted. I just throw water and Tomorite every so often and somehow they've all survived. I even let the slugs and snails nibble my Hosta! We get a lot of birds in our garden, and I don't want to make them sick (and hungry), so my Hosta is taking one for the team.
Here's what it's all looking like at the moment though!