My first gardening experience is still fresh in my mind, and it’s been a long time. Because it was such a catastrophe, I had given up hope of ever gardening again. I was about to transform my hobby into the most rage-inducing topic you could ever bring up to me..
All of this began a few weeks after I moved into my first home. After living in flats and condos for a long time, I was overjoyed to finally have my own lawn to take care of. So that I could have some fresh food while also making use of my yard, I set about planning a fruit garden while also painting walls and renovating the interior exactly way I wanted it. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when it came to gardening at the time. However, I was still in my brash adolescence and decided I didn’t require assistance. Creating a garden isn’t as difficult as you would think. After all, it occurs naturally on a regular basis, and no action is required on your part.
It appeared like the previous owner had tried to grow a garden in a part of my yard that was already bare of grass. However, whatever endeavor they had made ended up being a complete flop. No plants of any kind could be found in the region, which was covered in rocks and weeds. I cleared up the entire space over the course of several days, putting in many hours of work. However, I was clueless about the distinction between “dirt” and “soil” at the time. I had to work with terrain that was dry, hard, devoid of nutrients, and cruel.
Even though Martha Stewart would have struggled, I made an effort to beautify my garden. Some stained boards were waiting in my basement (very convenient, right?) so I took use of it. and used them as a garden border to keep out bugs that couldn’t jump more than a foot (I figured I would be safe from lawn gnomes). In front of it, I made a scary shrine out of the rocks I had collected from the garden. That was very out of character for me.
That very day, I went to the supermarket and bought whatever looked good to me. Strawberries? Sure! Watermelon? Yeah! As soon as the seed was inserted, I dug a little hole and inserted it. After that, I’m pretty sure I watered it regularly every day for a few weeks before recognizing there was no growth to be had. Despite this, I continued to water my seeds in the hope that they would sprout at the last minute. But I was devastated because I realized there was no way out. I spent several hours removing weeds and dumping rocks into a pile for nothing in return.
Dejected and hurt, I turned to the internet in quest of a gardening manual. As soon as I found a website, I realized just how much knowledge and expertise is required to successfully plant. Soil consistency, nutrients, optimal watering conditions, seasonality, and other such topics became familiar to me at that time. The information I got about my region and the best practices for growing fruits was invaluable. In the course of my work, I learnt about the best soil to use, when and how to plant seeds, and how much water to use. After a single night of internet research and printing out sources, I was fully prepared for the upcoming planting season.
If you’re like me and anxious to start a new garden, here’s some advice: I hope you’ll take a lesson from my mistake and go forward. The environment and sort of plants you’re aiming to grow should be thoroughly researched before you begin planting. Good soil, fertilizer and gardening tools are worth the money spent. I hope you don’t have to go through what I went through in terms of emotional distress.