|they look ok from here...|
And then…not so much. The zucchini grew so quickly that it overcrowded the pot, and slowly died. Whether this is due to the salt-air from the lake nearby, my lack of confidence in my pruning abilities (I probably should have uprooted a few of the plants to give them more space), or the fact that zucchini probably would rather be in the ground than in a pot, I do not know. But the plants are sad. I would come home from work to find them droopy in the heat, though they’d perk right back up again with some water and shade. The leaves started to succumb to the fuzzy mold, though I sprayed them with edible-plant-specific antifungal spray. The flowers bloomed in beautiful abundance only to wither and die without ever yielding squash. I should have just plucked the blossoms and eaten them (stuffed with goat cheese) when I had the chance.
The other plants didn’t fare so well either. The squash I purchase as a starter also fell victim to the fuzz mold, though it did bear one tiny squash (which I never picked and ate because I was hoping it would continue to grow. It didn’t. It died). The tomato vines withered, though I can’t tell if they are actually worse than they were before I got involved, or if it’s just more noticeable now that the vines are on display instead of hanging over the edge of the pot. The lemon tree seems to be doing ok, and the garden center lady at OSH said I shouldn’t have to re-plant it until next season (which is also when it will supposedly bear fruit).
I don’t know why I’ve failed so heartily at this. I always thought I was a good gardener, though I’m not sure where this confidence came from, as I’ve never actually had a garden of my own. Perhaps it’s because as a child, I spent so many happy weekend days at the local nursery. We would look at the model train set, wander through the beautiful, fragrant rows of flowers, take solace in the misty greenhouse on hot days, and of course, eat salty popcorn – they had one of those awesome vintage-y popcorn machines, and the popcorn was free (this was beyond thrilling to me as a kid). We would usually go home with a flat or two of flowers and spend a few hours planting them in the yard. I loved this weekend activity, and because of this, I suppose I just naively thought I had a green thumb. Alas.
Perhaps growing food is different from growing flowers, and perhaps this spring, I’ll try my hand at flowers instead. For now, I welcome any advice or tips you might have for my struggling “garden”. Here are a ton of pictures.
|zucchini plant. overcrowded? |
you can see hints of the fuzzy mildew stuff.
|sad, droopy leaves|
|but they totally perk right back up!|
|sad fuzzy mold on my squash starter. though it did grow a bit.|
|tiniest squash ever.|
|so so sad.|
|womp womp womp|