I kill plants.
I don't mean to kill them. You might say that I respect their independence a little too much. And, due to my black thumb, I have sent many a plant to an early grave.
A friend of mine once said that, in order for a plant to survive in my living space, it would have to wrap its branches around my leg, slap me in the face with one of its leaves, and beg me to water it.
I fear that they were right.
I once killed a cactus that my gardener friend, Kurt, had given me. A cactus. Who KNEW a cactus needed water??!! I mean, THEY LIVE IN THE DESERT! Kurt was always hopeful. Always ready to give me the benefit of the doubt. The entire time he was dating my roommate, he always brought a new plant with him when he dropped by.
And I promptly killed it. It was almost as if it became a ritual sacrifice of sorts. A very bad sort. He married my roommate because he told me he loved her. I think he was also very worried about her since she was living with me, the woman who could actually kill a cactus.
So, with great fear and trepidation, I ventured out last week to a real live nursery here in Chicago to find something for the planters on our front steps. I wanted a few things that would live well together, look pleasing and fit nicely into the planters.
The planters are on the east side of the house, so they get full sun in the morning and shade in the afternoon. They are made of concrete and are somewhat shallow. And I have vowed to reform my old habits and water them often.
Here is what I purchased, for better or worse:
I was really overwhelmed at the nursery. It was a lovely day which meant EVERYONE was there shopping for plants and the staff was busy. I was searching for container plants which looked good together AND which I thought I could keep alive AND which looked more like wildflowers than cultivated flowers AND which were appropriate for being in the sun/partial shade, etc. etc.
I brought them home and transplanted them.
I was feeling rather proud of myself until I went to write up this blog entry and discovered that both Cosmos and Nierembergia prefer FULL SUN! But in this environment, they will only get full sun in the morning hours. And now I am full of stress and woe, sure that half of the plants here will die YET AGAIN!
Kurt, I don't want you to be disappointed with me. I'm really, REALLY trying. Honest.
Stay tuned. Maybe I'll figure out how to keep these things alive yet.