Yesterday, in between my morning gym class and work, I finally squeezed in a trip to the gardening store. Since my seeds were an abysmal failure (despite my patience), I knew I’d be purchasing plants in May. Except bridal showers and Mother’s Day and volunteer work happened, and May became June.
Better late than never, I browsed through the vegetable, fruit and herb offerings yesterday morning. And every new aisle brought bigger excitements. Watermelon! Banana peppers! A BLUEBERRY BUSH?! I was ready to find myself a plot of land and start a farm.
But the responsible part of me kicked in. I had a budget, and limited pots to plant in. So I picked up a bush cherry tomato plant (they’re easy to freeze or make sauce with, if you have a serious surplus), a cucumber plant (super yummy as a snack with ranch or on salads), and three peppers — red, orange and green (two words: stuffed peppers).
I didn’t have time to run home, so my plants hung out in my backseat for the workday. I gave them a little water and cracked the windows and hoped for the best. They seemed to survive.
When I got home, I spread out newspapers in my kitchen and got to work re-potting my five plants. I had just enough soil left over from my two tomato plants I have at home — serendipity, I say.
I chose my kitchen because my only other option was the streets of York. If you have outdoor space, I recommend using it — I’ve re-potted plants three times this year so far, and each time I’ve made a giant, giant mess.
Then this morning, I brought my plants in to work. Here’s hoping the groundhog family that lives at the York Daily Record office leaves my veggies alone…