Some people have that magic touch. They can take any green– a flower, a bush, or a vegetable plant– and make it grow. When I picture these people, I always see a little of the stereotypical Disney princess in my mind — surrounded by birds and woodland creatures, singing to the sapling as it happily grows towards their voice.
When I picture myself as one of these people, I always see more of a Jack and the Beanstalk type giant stumbling around and squashing all the pumpkins in the field kind of thing.
I’ve never had much experience with gardening. My mother planted some flowers when I was young, and sometimes I would help pack the soil, but other than that, my main experience is with pre-cut flowers purchased from a store. It was nothing I ever felt I would be good at. I watched my friend in college bring one plant after another into her dorm room and manage to, not only keep them alive, but make them thrive in a cinder block cage. I always told myself that that could never be me.
Now, I’m married to a man who also seems to have that green thumb. He grew up helping his father garden on a small piece of land outside of town that they called “the farm”. His father grew up helping his father, so it is kind of a family thing. Now that we are getting ready to move onto our own property, my husband is getting more and more excited about gardening and yard work, something I have generously told him is “his circus, his monkeys.” He can do whatever he wants out there, just don’t ask for too much help from me unless you want help killing it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the fresh produce that we get from his father’s garden and may get from our own someday. There is nothing like homegrown tomatoes, zucchinis, green beans, eggplants, and sweet corn. In fact, I happily welcome any time my father-in-law tells us to go to the farm and get whatever we want, which is exactly what we were able to do recently that prompted this post.
My green-thumbed husband offered to go into the corn stalks and, as his father used to do when he was a kid, throw the corn out for me to catch and bag. I wish I had asked more follow up questions before this “game” started.
For any of you who haven’t had an ear of corn chucked in your general direction, here is a tip: Don’t try to catch it!
- They are heavier than you think. Catching it with your hands doesn’t feel the best.
- And if you don’t catch it with your hands, when it bounces off the ground into your shin, it hurts like a mother and leaves pretty purple bruises.
See! These are the horrifying images captured before a hasty duck and roll to avoid getting blasted again!
Even though my shins hurt for a few days, I will say, there is nothing better than fresh, homegrown sweet corn. Seriously, that was our dinner almost the entire week long!
Maybe once we get a garden set up in our yard, I will find that I am not as squashing giant as I think I am. Maybe I’ll find a real sense of accomplishment in growing my own vegetables or herbs. Maybe I’ll find out I am capable of having BOTH a green thumb and a purple shin!