The yard at my new house (been there a year now) has only a few flowering plants. The house we bought was some sort of a rental where people stayed for short amounts of time. Because of this, the landscaping is made up of self-sufficient shrubbery. One azalea bloomed last Spring, but the plant itself doesn’t look all that good.
So I planted a hibiscus and a small rose bush. Then I started some crotons from the big croton out front. And recently I planted that next to a poinsettia in the same hibiscus garden. I use the term “garden” but it’s just a few plants stuck in the ground next to the house. Not very impressive.
I still have 2 more crotons to put in the ground somewhere, but I honestly don’t have the ambition to do it. And there is no place for them. I will have to either expand this garden or begin a new one to make space. That will be a lot of work and I’m a tired old lady. Tired of starting over and working so hard only to have to pack up and leave my garden work behind for someone else to enjoy. I shouldn’t have to do that again, but this time if I have to move, I won’t be leaving a beautiful yard. Guess I’m burnt out.
Gardening in Florida doesn’t appeal to me. I really don’t care how my yard looks. I hate to say it, but this is not where I want to be. My focus is on the vegetable garden, and as soon as I can I will be buying more dirt for that. But that is small too. Nothing too interesting there either.
I know my poor health plays a part, since I often don’t feel all that well. This blog may have to go by the wayside like my New England blog did. It’s tough to write a gardening blog when I do so little gardening.
Then again… depression passes. After a day or two I know I will feel better and be back at trying to rekindle my interest in gardening.