It all started with a pair of gardening gloves.
One lovely Sunday afternoon, I managed to drag Jules out of the house and off to Berkeley Horticultural Nursery to buy some plants. Herbs, specifically. Since it has been so nice and sunny in the Bay lately, I had this crazy urge to get my gardening on.
Now, let me preface this by saying that my grandfather was an exceptional gardener. Our house in San Diego had a number of fruit trees, including one impressive pomegranate tree, in the yard, and strawberry and tomato plants. Then, when our family moved to Hawaii, we had a bounty of Asian vegetables (bok choy for days, y’all) and tropical fruits, thanks to my Lolo. So, I firmly believe that somewhere beneath this city-girl exterior, there is a green thumb in my DNA. It’s just in hibernation. I mean, I’ve managed to keep my orchid alive for the past four years, so I can’t say that I’m horrible with plants, right?
|flowers at berkeley hort|
Jules, trained in vineyard management, thinks he isn’t that great with plants. But as soon as we stepped foot into this amazing nursery, he started grabbing a ton of those little 3-inch seedlings. We walked away with 14 plants, a bag of soil, and soil booster (mmmm, chicken manure)…and then headed to The Home Depot.
I didn’t see the total at the cash register, but let’s just say, he got into it. Three planter boxes, a tiller, a plastic trowel, a basil plant, and a pair of patterned Digz ladies gardening gloves for moi (plus a ton of other stuff for his yard) later…I found myself wrist deep in dirt an hour later, replanting our precious herbs. And thus, I have decided to chronicle the garden in this blog…along with any other related things that strike my fancy.
See you soon!