As much as I'd like to keep you all thinking that I have it all together, I better give it up. Come on, I hope you weren't thinking I'm that close to perfect. Just in case, I've got a confession about our cute little, hassle free garden.
Yeah, I goofed up 8 plants, how hard can it be you ask? I grew up working in a garden, I should know what I'm doing. So my pride has been telling me anyway.
Well, apparently my chemistry skills are weak. Really weak. I didn't read the Miracle Grow mixing directions, I can read, and according to my wilty, brown spotted plants, I pretty near singed the chlorophyll out of them. Okay, I don't know if that is what I technically did to them, but they look very sick and possibly very close to death.
For some odd reason, me and over fertilizing go way back. I subconsciously, like to fertilize. When I was about 11 or 12 and my brother was 9 or 10, my dad went out a bought about 8, 50 lbs. bags of fertilize. He was busy mowing and told Nathaneal and I to spread the fertilize on the garden. We got right to work spreading fertilize all over the garden, until we were finished.
A couple hours later, Daddy came up to the shop and saw an empty truck bed, no fertilize left. He very confusingly asked, "Where is all the fertilize?!!" We looked at each other and said, "It's in the garden, where you told us to put it." "You put ALL that fertilize on the garden?!!!!"
By this point, I knew we had made a terrible mistake and my neck swelled because my heart was stuck in my throat. He only wanted us to put 2 bags on the garden, the rest was supposed to go on the yard. Our dad spent the next few nights, plowing and tilling the garden over and over trying to work in as much of the fertilize as possible. The whole summer, we were worried nothing would grow.
So, I've done it again, I've zapped the plants. My plan is to water and water, and I'm praying for a miracle, 8 to be exact. If worse comes to worse, I guess I'll try again, with less Miracle grow of course.