I have zero desire to cook. ZERO. Something in the longer days has tripped a trigger switching from cooking to messing around outside as the only thing I'm interested in. Unfortunately, I'm a much better cook than I am a gardener as my yard is given to show.
I have bizarre plant experiments all around my yard. I like to set a pumpkin aside in the fall and let it rot where it sits because often, the seeds will plant themselves, and the pumpkin will come back. Of course, mine never survive past anything more than vines and a few blossoms because of several things I do to sabotage their success. Never once have I gone to the trouble of planting them properly which, I imagine, explains my success rate. Still though, it's fun for a month or so!
I have had some successes. There's a lovely couple of square feet or so that I've managed to put together. I'm forcing a knockout rose to become a topiary. We're still battling wills but I think I'll win this one. I managed to mulch a tree by myself last year-- definitely a point for the win column.
One of the things I lack is a plan. Organization comes so naturally to some people. I envy them. Only when the weather is right, I've had the perfect number of cups of coffee, and Mercury is not in retrograde, can I grab the perfect moment to eek out something of a bigger picture. Even then it's fleeting.
Trust the professionals, right? I've killed so many undeserving plants. Maybe it's time I consult someone who actually knows what they are doing. I should be able to manage that, I would think: take a picture, note where East and West are, maybe even some measurements for the pros. I know I've heard of places where you can pay a fee for a plan and get a gift card for plants in return. Maybe even a full fledged visit from a landscape architect? Baby steps.
I know my husband would appreciate it if I'd be so kind as to stop planting flowers in the middle of the yard. That's one thing a plan would remedy. And I'm certain that a plant professional would appreciate my desire for a spot for a tomato plant or two (and hot peppers and a bunch of herbs). With a plan, I bet both the mower of the lawn and the maker of the hot sauce can be happy with the yard. Okay, time to get started. I think I just need one more cup of coffee.