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The Diggin’ Florida Dirt column in the Tampa Bay Times recently included the following tidbit:
Before they even think about furnishings, many of these new homeowners scout a spot for their vegetable gardens. I know this from personal experience and the National Gardening Association: Millennial gardeners shot up from 8 million in 2008 to 13 million last year.
A few weeks ago, I walked up to our house and noticed the plants looking especially lovely. It took me a moment to put my finger on what had changed, but then I figured it out: They were in a group!
Normally, I have all my pots in a straight line. But the landscapers in our townhomes must’ve moved everything when they trimmed the palm trees. When they put things back… voila!
A few months ago, a man on his way to visit my neighbor Stuart stopped in front of my house to admire my crown of thorns plant. Stuart later asked me if his friend could have a clipping to start his own bush. I told him to go for it.
Then to reciprocate, about a week later Stuart’s friend left some sort of potted succulent on my front lawn. I wasn’t crazy about the plant — it’s kinda ugly — but since it was a gift, I decided to let it stick around for awhile.
To my delight, a few weeks later, rosemary randomly started growing from the same pot. I love a good BOGO, so I decided the rosemary and its ugly half-brother could stay.
My current situation: I’m working from home, and it’s 2 p.m., and I haven’t showered today. I need to put clean sheets on Norah’s bed because, God bless her, she peed through her diaper last night. I also have two freelance stories and a hotel review due by 5.
At this point in my day, grocery shopping is out of the question. And I rarely order in. It’s just not my thing.
But a quick pantry and garden raid manifested this tasty meal:
Herb gardening can be an embarrassment of riches. I’m brainstorming ways to solve this “problem.”
1) Cocktails. My friend Autumn lives in Chicago, where you can do cool stuff like take a class on how to infuse cocktails. She gave me the CliffsNotes version, and it seems pretty doable. Infused alcohol would also make a classy gift.
Among the things I miss: free tickets to hipsterish NPR events, newsroom potluck throwdowns and recapping the latest Housewives episode with this unlikely devotee.
Also: I no longer have an excuse to swing by Worm’s Way organic gardening center.
Me: What’s in it?
Him: You don’t want to know.
One day, I hope to have a big house with a huge garden where I’ll host fabulous Oprah-style brunches by day and sip mojitos with my hubby by night.
But for now, I’m working with a slightly smaller patch of paradise.
As Helen Keller once said, “I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.”
Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
Despite the fact that my deodorant has been failing me for months (TMI?) summer doesn’t officially start until June 21. Before summer turns to fall, here’s what I’m hoping to accomplish: