I envy people with luxuriant gardens, yards, and houseplants, and I buzz around trying to figure out how to copy them.
|Pretty: hostas with rain drops|
It's true. But it's not going to be the end of the story.
|Happy: the peas are blossoming! The spinach is big.|
Because I suddenly realized today that I used to be an inept cook with all the attendant fear and desperation. But I'm not anymore. I'm skilled! I'm the expert! The inept cooks ask me!
Suddenly I put my gardening ineptitude in context.
|Funny: old shoes of Ben's, waiting for some hen & chicks|
I can't remember exactly how I went from incompetence to skills in cooking, but I know it took time and many mistakes. I did read books and ask questions, but mostly I just kept cooking.
|Real: there's dill and parsley there, among the weeds|
So be it. I will learn, over the years, to be a skilled gardener. Because that's what I want; I could even call it a goal.
I want to have an asparagus patch, a climbing something on my porch, maybe even an espaliered fruit tree. I am taking heart and continuing on.
|Real: our raspberries - which need. . . something. . . manure? pruning? what?|
(Linking up with Leila and Rosie's collection of everyday contentment.)