About a year ago I decided I wanted to plant another garden. We'd had them when I was growing up and I had one for a short time after we bought our house, about 36 years ago, but I hadn't braved the dirt in a long time.
So we went to the nurseries and bought plants and seeds and started watering. The first season was pretty good. Especially the tomatoes. YUM. We became very creative with all the zucchini.
People kept telling me I couldn't do this or that in Arizona. I couldn't grow lettuce in the summer. I couldn't grow tomatoes. I couldn't . . .
I just remembered the gardens my mom, grandmother and Aunt Marie had while I was growing up. Neat rows of produce that graced the table each night. Of course, that was in Kansas and I was a kid so the garden was fun.
What I learned in those gardens has done me well here. I didn't know the word "can't." We replanted various things last fall but others kept going through the summer, fall and winter. Lettuce, radishes, carrots, green onions, tomatoes, bell peppers.
We have them all.
Regardless of what people tell me. I plant whatever comes to mind.
Sometimes knowledge holds us back.
Without that knowledge I've tried growing many things and
most have been successful.
Another example is lavender. Can't grow it in Arizona?
Mine seems to be doing okay. I'm experimenting with different types and some are doing better than others but I have lavender. Sniff. Sniff.
I even took the plunge and got myself gardening shoes. I'm amazed at how comfortable they are but I don't think I'll be wearing them to the local coffee shop.
Then again . . .