Let there be no doubt about the matter: I am far from being an avid gardener. Previous attempt in this direction has led to uncontrollable laughter. However things are looking better than it had for a while.
Much of the improvement in my garden is thanks to my gardener who keeps a hand on plants and makes sure the weeds don’t take over. It is not that much that needs to be done, but somebody needs to do it and that person is not me.
Then of course there’s the rain. I tend to use water sparingly due to the dry climate and my fear that our taps may run dry at some point. Fortunately, it has rained copiously a few weeks ago and the garden just loved it. Everything is green and there are flowers everywhere.
It is a pleasure to be in such a garden. Sometimes I would take my book and sit there reading. If only I can do something about all the bugs.
It cannot be said, with any stretch of the imagination, that I am afflicted with green fingers. In fact, many years ago when I told my friends about my gardening attempts, they would burst out laughing. So, for years, prior to being presented with the opportunity to employ a gardener, I would think of that place outside my backdoor as a tortured garden. It is challenging to have a nice garden in a water scarce country.
So, why I decided to venture into this direction again, I don’t know. But it is fun, sort of.
I decided to harvest the pips of an overripe tomato and put them in some soil. Amazingly enough, they germinated. As they got bigger, I transferred them to individual containers. Now they are starting to become big enough to put into a big pot where they can stay until they would (hopefully) produce tomatoes.
I also had a garlic pod that started to look a bit sad. Although I like garlic in my food, I don’t seem to use it at a fast enough rate. So the garlic does not last. The thing made it quite clear that it wishes to burst forth and … grow. So, I relented and planted the thing. Now you wouldn’t believe just how must life there is in that pod. It sprouted leaves, all bunched together, like there’s no tomorrow. Soon I’ll have to find a bigger container and separate the thing into different pods, I guess.
Anyway, it would be a proud day, some time in the hopefully not too distant future, if I can harvest my own tomatoes and garlic and prepare some dish with them. It would mark a personal triumph, but I guess I still would not tell my friends, lest they laugh at me again.