About a year after my husband and I had bought and moved into our first home, I was eager to have a garden of my own. The drawback for me was that I only had a small patio and balcony to work with. I knew very little about gardening. Growing up I watched mom prune and care for all of her potted plants. She spent hours pruning and watering. She seemed to drift in an almost meditative trance while she worked with her plants. It was one of the few things that mom enjoyed doing just for herself. Every inch surrounding our porch was filled with potted plants, herbs, succulents, aloe vera, and hanging baskets overflowing with beautiful lush foliage. By the time I left for college, mom had several fruit trees including banana, orange, and a couple of papaya trees, all bearing fruit. It wasn’t until I got my own space that I began to take interest in keeping my own plants.
At first it was all trial and error. The first time that I tried to grow some herbs, I found out all about caterpillars. Each time that I would find new leaves beginning to sprout through the soil, the very next morning the stalks seemed to have been maliciously chopped off. The year after, I learned about slugs and the following year I was introduced to aphids. It went on that way for some time. Eventually I figured out what worked and what didn’t. In the process I earned a green thumb.
My peach tree was a surprise after I had barely endured the war of all new gardeners. My hopes were almost lost. Luckily, there were times when I would eat fruit or vegetables and I would throw the seeds into the empty flower bed just to see if anything would successfully grow. Two years after, I had a 6 foot peach tree that I had no idea how to care for. This little tree was in the shape of the letter “V” because two thin trunks grew in opposite directions. I don’t know why I thought that it would be a good idea to twist them into a topiary. I know…I just didn’t have the heart to cut off one of those trunks. Don’t judge me. Long story short, my peach tree is now a very funny looking tree but it has been very good to me.
It took six years before my peach tree began to bloom. By the seventh year I had a tree heavily weighed down by a generous bounty of peaches. We had to tie a rope to keep it standing upright. This little tree found the will and the courage to thrive against all odds and I am grateful for it. I really do enjoy seeing it bloom year after year from our bedroom window each January but what we enjoy most are those very sweet and fragrant peaches.
Now I just have to figure out what to do with all those peaches. This year I tried canning for the very first time, but that’s a story for another post! Have a wonderful weekend everyone!