When I say “garden”, please don’t imagine it like any other beautiful garden. Although I would really love if it’s as lovely as those English garden I saw on the magazines. But after living for years in an apartment building, I really missed digging into soil and planting something. I never consider my self as a gardener or a person who has a green thumb. I’ve had some indoor plants, but they always died in the end, although I cared for them just enough, or so I thought. I started collecting seeds and bought gardening magazines especially British. I was daydreaming of lush green lawn and rows of hollyhocks, poppies, roses, and daffodils.
Then on the 4th of July, I started clearing a patch of land in the backyard. I sowed some sunflower seeds and zinnia. After that I started planting and sowing in other parts of our yard. I planted the morning-glory seedling my friend gave me, sowing more morning-glory, lettuce and hollyhocks. I felt overjoyed and alive. I love the smell of freshly dug ground and wet grass after I watered the lawn. I enjoyed the moment when I saw new seedlings of sunflowers, morning-glory and hollyhocks on the ground. I literary squealed with delight. Then a challenge arose when hurricane Irene came. I was glad that even though the rain and strong wind laid down their worst, my garden was fine. Actually, my fourth of July garden has been thriving and blooming beautifully since then. I added planting nasturtium and cosmos too later on. Now after almost 3 months, I think I have proofed my self that I have somewhat of a green thumb.
(Just for some info, I took photo 1, 2, 3 with my camera phone and photo 4 and 5 with my Canon)