Every year, as the gardening seasons approaches, I find myself unable to resist the allure of planting seeds. What begins as a modest plan often spirals into an ambitious project. This year was no exception - I decided to plant abundantly, putting in about 14 seeds of each variety I chose. The gamble paid off better than expected; out of dozens of seeds sown, maybe only five didn't germinate. Before I knew it my deck was overwhelmed with a lush assortment of plants, creating a verdant jungle that feels both enchanting and chaotic. I carefully selected the varieties the deer won't munch on, which only added to the dense growth. However, as the plants flourished, I quickly lost track of what I had grown. initially I labelled each pot, but in the rush of transferring them to larger containers, I convinced myself I would remember their names. Spoiler alert: I don't. Now, I hold a pepper plant bewilderedly, debating whether it's a mild banana pepper or one of the fiery varieties I'd intended for my husband.
I've promised myself that I've learned my lesson this time around: next year, I'll scale back on planting and meticulously label everything. Yet deep down I know the truth - it's merely a hopeful fantasy. With plans of diving into cut flowers next season and the realization there are countless beautiful options to try, I can foresee my deck being just as overrun in 2025 as it is now. Instead of wallowing in the madness, though, I've entertained the idea of hosting a plant sale, offering my delightful extras to friends and neighbors. Perhaps by sharing my bounty I can reclaim a bit of order in my gardening chaos and bring joy to others in the process. Wouldn't that be great? After all, every gardener knows that with every season comes the promise of fresh growth, unexpected lessons, and (hopefully) fewer chaotic jungles in the future. 🤣
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