watering the garden with my tears
I haven’t looked at my garden in weeks. I know, disgusting what type of gardener am I? Well one who lives in CA and we have been blessed with so much fucking rain. Everything is muddy, so I don’t have to worry about watering. Also, by the time I’m out of the office the sky... Continue Reading →
I wanted to do a goth garden this year, black flowers, black leaves, and black planters. The only thing goth about my garden is everything is dead. My giant gladiolus was supposed to be black flowers, I even paid extra, and they are bright fucking red. So goth garden in process….I will add as it... Continue Reading →
I wanted a garden this season. I really did, it started out fine. I grew lettuce up the ass, three whole purple cabbage and sprouted tons upon tons of seedlings: carrots, onions, radish, cucumbers, peas, tomatoes, squash all of it. Then the city tree that lingers above my garden decided to have the biggest infestation... Continue Reading →
I love using those cage things for plants. I always do it a little to dam late, after I noticed they might need support and it’s the same plants every year sooo if you’re wondering “When should I cage my tomatoes”? well do it as soon as it sprouts so you’re not damaging it after... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting here watching murder shows on I.D. rain hitting my windows, wind blowing more leaves into my yard. Every time I step outside something blows into my face. Example: yesterday a plastic bag tried to suffocate me. Everything is over wet. There’s mud every ware, my lawn is to my knees and I can’t... Continue Reading →
Guess what my news year’s resolution was for 2018? To get my garden life together!!!! What better time to start then a few days before the years end. I took all my notes and drawings of what I imagined I would accomplish this year and merge them all into a 2-day semi fun filled pile... Continue Reading →
I should be searching for next semester classes but instead I’m explaining to my coworker how Instagram makes me self-conscious about my garden. It’s weird I read articles’ all day about how it makes people body conscious, but instead of questioning why Jenny rack is bigger than mine. I’m over here like are these carrots... Continue Reading →
Today I said fuck this garden. I didn’t mean it but now all the blossoms on my cherry tree have fallen. Maybe it was me, maybe it was this hot as hell green house that reached over a fucking 100. Well I will never know and I will also not have cherries. The new green... Continue Reading →
I want a garden like that song “with or without you” You know a garden that grows with or without you. An independent garden that looks at you and says “Pshhhh I don’t need you. I’m an independent garden” “I’ll grow on my dam own fertilize and weed myself, fuck you if you think I... Continue Reading →
I love sims and moving things around with minimal effort. I wish gardening was like that. Instead of dig, dig, dig.. just click… click …. click no not there. here…click. PERFECT I recovered the greenhouse. This new cover is so dam great. The door is so wide compared to the last one I feel like... Continue Reading →
Gardening With This Bitch 