The tomato has been planted in it’s ginormous pot. Pot has been placed on it’s stand. I have sustained a life threatening injury, that seemed minor in the whole accomplishment.
I cut myself. There was not a knife within 20 yards of me, but I managed it on wire. Rusty wire. I expect to die by the end of the week. But the tomato is outside in it’s home.
Flowers have been purchased. I spent too much by going to a small local landscaping company that had a small selection of expensive flowers. But all of them were in great shape and since I don’t really have a ton of space to fill, it really wasn’t outrageously expensive. But key to the experience – NO CROWD.
Next Year: All plants with the exception of the tomato will be purchased in the pot they will live the rest of their life in.
No more repotting.
I dumped a nearly done planted pot on the ground, probably killing both plants in it. It obviously needed to be repotted again. I like putting things directly into the ground. You can’t drop the ground. Just saying. I miss the ground.
I ruined a beloved t-shirt, possibly for even longer than til I wash it next. Which won’t be today because instead of laundry I did balcony gardening. Shut up. Multi-tasking is a loser’s game.
I had a total of 6 plants to pot. SIX. In 4 pots. And I made a mess that rivals people with gardens that cover acres. And I still have to clean it up!! grrrrrr.
Also. It’s not pretty.
More accurately, it’s not as pretty as I magically thought it would be since I did not put any pre-thought into it and it shows. Planning. It’s so simple and generally enjoyable. I’m not sure why I didn’t indulge in it.
Next year will be different.
I’m seriously considering throwing away every damn thing but the tomato, although it’s what I cut myself on. And I still haven’t netted it.
Remember when I was excited to balcony garden??!! I used to enjoy this. I don’t know what happened.