SPRING 2011. THYME. 06.10.11
Despite being the daughter of a farm girl, I have never shown the slightest hint of green thumbed-ness. We had a vegetable garden many summers, tended lovingly by said farm girl (also known as my mother). I seemed to learn how to cook the food generated by our small patch, but the growing of anything green never rubbed off. You may recall the story of the lemon tree. Then there was the orchid I’d left with a co-worker while on maternity leave. It was on its last legs, but when I returned several months later it was vibrant and full of beautiful pale pink and white blossoms. I never took it back for fear of sealing its fate once and for all. It just looked so happy. And healthy.
Every summer, I attempt to grow flowers, maintain hanging baskets on my porch or tend herbs with varying degrees of success. This season, I’ve planted a robust collection of herbs and I’ve even tried my hand at tomatoes. I’ve set forth with renewed hope, a bit of dogged determination and a plea for help. I’ve enlisted the advice of prolific gardeners in my neighborhood and I’ve asked for tips on my Facebook page. If you have any secrets you’d like to share with me, please reach out. I need all the help I can get. Perhaps the next tomato photograph you see here will feature my homegrown variety.
I have comfort in the fact that my children, now nearly 6 and 3, are healthy and thriving. Makes me think I ought to be able to nurse a few herbs and a couple tomato plants, don’t you think? Then again, my children are currently in the hands of the farm girl (also known as their grandmother). We can all use a bit of help sometimes, right?