Not Nice Spice
![]() The best part about living out of the congested stuffy city is being able to have a little garden on my deck. After we were settled in this past April I hauled baby, stroller, and an Ikea blue bag loaded with gardening goodness. All this goodness probably totaled somewhere $50-100 when all said and done (I had to get pots, seeds, bulbs, and soil). Surveying my garden, for lack of a better tem, it’s fair to say my green thumb must be leaning towards black these days. Ferns, house Lily, marigolds, citronella plant are looking lush. Oh! And the aloe plant, but I’m not sure if it’s possible to kill these, so I really lucked out. I was desperate for a fabulous herb garden. (Dreamy music) I season salads and fish all summer. The warm wind is blowing through my hair. The baby giggles while playing in a white dress. Then my husband comes home and rips a doozy and I come to the realization this is my summer reality, and the fabulous herbs have barely poked through.
This is why I squealed like a pubescent girl when I noticed ONE magical bulb had actually bloomed! I genuinely couldn’t contain myself. I’d say one bulb out of four is pretty fantastic, so I’m calling it a day.
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