I live in an apartment, which means I have limited space for just about everything – cabinet space, furniture space, closet space, cat space. It also means that I have no real way to plant a true, in the ground garden.
But I have a patio.
Previous apartments have seen different attempts at container gardening from me, even just collections of plants sitting on shelves as I try to keep them alive indoors.
Now, with the patio that I have in my apartment, I’ve been bitten by the plant bug again.
I tried to grow tomatoes and peppers, but they decided the life I offered them was not satisfying for them and died…. as in, I watered them one morning, went to work, came home to browning, half dead plants that never recovered.
My basil plant has been extremely successful, and seems to be contemplating taking over a small country sometime soon.
I replaced the dead vegetables with more hardy, perennial types, such as shrimp plants, a small gardenia bush, milkweed, and some calla lilies that I was tempted by in the garden center. I can’t remember the two small plants I bought for smaller containers… but then again, I’m terrible with names anyway. I have also been a weak willed person when it comes to the Costco seasonal garden center and obtained a few pots from them, of different varieties and begonias.
The point is, the process of repotting, caring for, maintaining my garden makes me happy. It’s a peaceful place to sit in the evenings, with the requisite citronella candle lit to keep the Florida Mosquitos at bay. There is also satisfaction in knowing that I can keep more than a mostly self sufficient cat and less self sufficient boyfriend alive, I suppose.