I'm sure many can assume that naturally I have a Green Thumb – it would be consistent with my love for creating and crafting. And to that assumption, I say no, nein, nyet.
I've minded many fronds, beds of forget-me-nots and stems of orchids with only the most consistent form of neglect, leaving them thirsty for water and sunlight. Heck, I've even overwatered my mini eggshell/mongo bean gardens, which obviously availed no sprouts.
Green thumbs are not something you're born with- like curly hair or freckles. It is a skill you nurture and grow (no pun intended!). Like punctuality, punctiliousness and practicality, having a green thumb is a skill that my family cultivates. Understanding plants – when to grow certain varieties, how much water/sunlight they require and what/where to prune, are all based with an education and understanding of horticulture.
The understanding of gardening has forever been part of my life. I remember my father planting poppies and columbines in our mountain home and my grandmother’s rose garden whose famous blooms were so fragrant and always larger than my face. This past weekend, my mom, sister and I, continued to cultivate our green thumbs by planting my sister, Camila’s, urban garden.
As I wrote previously, I was so excited to help Camila cultivate her green space, and I think with the effort of all three gals, we made the garden not only an idyllic oasis but an edible patch as well.
We planted two white hydrangea bushes and two gardenias in durable year long pots and put together a small herb plot of flat and round leaf parsley, basil, rosemary, mint and chilies. We even planted some tomatoes!
The garden looks spectacular and I am confident that by summer solstice, Camila’s green thumb will be ripe and her garden lush as ever!