June 21, 2012
How My Garden Grows
So. I haven’t taken many pictures lately, because we’ve been having technical issues in our house. The laptop we use as our main computer died, so we’re down to our prehistoric desktop for the time being. It doesn’t have a port for my SD card, and I lost the cord that connects my camera directly a loooong time ago, so I haven’t had a way to upload photos for a while. Thankfully I picked up a cheapo USB SD Card reader today, so I’m back in business.
What few pictures I have taken are of the miniature garden I’ve been rearing on our front porch. My mom sent me some heirloom variety tomato and pepper seeds a while back, and I’ve managed to not kill 8 of them so far (3 Golden Jubilee, 3 Mortgage Lifter, 2 Bell Pepper). I’m rather endeared to those little plants now, because I feel like they’re from sturdy Irish stock like me since they were tough enough to survive my black thumb. Well done bonnie wee plants, well done... ;)
And that gorgeous Gardenia blossom up top? Well, it also has an extra special place in my heart. My grandparents' favorite flower was the Gardenia – it was one of those signature things about them (kind of like me and Scottie paraphernalia). Everyone in the family bought my grandma Gardenia scented lotions, candles, home sprays, corsages at Easter, etc. And one of my favorite memories about my grandparents as a couple is that whenever my grandpa would take her out on a date, he’d pull the car up to the door for her, and waiting in the passenger seat would be a Gardenia blossom. Everyone knew of their love for Gardenias, so when my grandma passed away at Easter two years ago, a close family friend sent a Gardenia bush from a local nursery in lieu of a flower arrangement. The plant wasn’t doing so well in Kentucky’s climate, so mom and dad gave it to me a year ago to nurse back to health in New Orleans. I have it in a big pot on our front porch and it’s finally thriving (hopefully I’ll be able to transplant it to our yard soon).
I came home from work the other day and knew the first blossom had finally opened, because I could smell it from yards away when I stepped out of the car. Thank God for small blessings :)