I had the best intentions. I really did.
But after a long, cold winter, I was so excited for spring that I may have gone a little overboard with my planting. Who can blame me? It gave me an excuse to get outside, away from the kids squabbling over who got to give the daft dog dinner.
So I went all out, planting every flower I could get my hands on. Anything to stay out of the house. I planted impatiens and petunias and marigolds. I even tried my hand at a few vegetables, just for fun.
Everything was going great. My plants were growing like crazy, and I couldn’t wait to see my little garden in full bloom.
And then the f***ing Northern spring decided to do a one-eighty.
For those of you who don’t know, spring in the North is notoriously fickle. Just when you think the weather is starting to warm up, you’re hit with a cold snap. And just when you think the cold snap is over, the rain comes. Then just when you think the rain is done, the wind picks up.
It’s a never-ending cycle that can really take a toll on your plants.
Needless to say, my plants didn’t stand a chance. By the end of the spring, most of them had died or were barely hanging on. It was a sad sight.
But I didn’t give up. I replanted, and I started again.
This time, I made sure to harden off my plants before planting them outside. It’s a crucial step, especially in the North, and it’s one that I’ll never skip again.
And with the plants finally sorted, I can move on to tackling the lawn