It was easy in Southern California. You could stick any kind of plant imaginable in the ground nearly any time of the year and it would thrive and produce. Flowers, herbs, decorative ground cover, all seemed to do their thing without much attention from me. Of course Mario the gardener may have had something to contribute. My job was to make sure the timer on the sprinklers was working. The situation in the north of Idaho roughly a hundred miles south of the Canadian border is just a wee bit more challenging for gardening knuckleheads like me. Mario where are you??
I've listened to the sage advice of longtime panhandle residents who tell me to never plant anything until the snow is off the mountains or Mother's Day has come and gone. Well, the snow is mostly history and we are now a week away from Mom's Day. The stores are loaded with battalions of blooming plant life just waiting for me to kill.
Just today I went in search of plant life any moron can tend like petunias or daises but couldn't muster the courage to pull out my wallet. Maybe a couple more weeks? This is my fifth Spring in these parts and thus far I'm 0 for 4. Every single plant I've potted and positioned on my south facing patio beginning in 2015 has committed suicide. Could it be I'm unconsciously picking severely depressed Springtime shoots ? It's a mystery. The neighbors don't seem to have a problem. Their pots overflow with geraniums, snapdragons, morning-glory and petunia blossoms while mine wither and die. I suspect there is some plant life bullying going on.
I've decided to wait another week or two before exposing myself to more flowering disappointment. Could this be the year the cycle is broken? I've often found that it's a good idea to never put off until tomorrow what you can put off for a good week or two. Besides, the dandelions in the front yard are looking really healthy. I should probably quit while I'm ahead.
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