The Poor Man's Garden...

...or woman's, in this case.

Recently I was on the phone with my mother, lamenting the fact that Michael and I are renting. Thus, we'll be moved out by the time the garden is thriving. "And I've spent so much money on the garden!" My mother replied, "Why are you spending money? You don't have an income!" Touche, mom.

It's kind of a relief to not be able to spend money on the garden. I have unimaginably big dreams for the garden, but we're probably moving in a year or two. If I were to realize my gardening dreams within this time frame, it would be nearly impossible, financially and physically.

This means I'm going to have to use tried and true propagation methods- mainly seeds and cuttings. I don't have to feel so bad about my sparse and fledgling garden. As they say, "First year it sleeps, second it creeps, third it leaps." Well, I'm going to have to be okay with a sleeping, creeping garden for now.

A couple of days ago I blogged about planning to buy a couple of hydrangea bushes and a climbing hydrangea. I later learned that climbing hydrangea takes three years to even bloom. And hydrangea bushes cost about $30 a piece. Maybe in our next house... when we have an income. In the meantime, I've put hydrangea, lavender, and african violet cuttings in dixie cups (see above pics).

There's something wonderful about asceticism... and making do with what you have.