for a Love of All Things Pretty
I grew up in a family of gardeners. My Mimmie has always had a veritable oasis in the dry heat of West Texas. And yes, tumbleweeds really did blow down the street of the my childhoold home. My mother took to gardening also and I remember most these humongous climbing rose bushes that covered the fence. They were so heavy with red roses that I could sneak several and no one could ever tell they were missing! I remember roller skating up and down the sidewalk while my Momma planted marigolds all in a pretty row and visiting the plant nursery with my grandmother every single weekend.
So it was quite distressing to learn that the green thumb gene apparently skipped me. I would desperately try to have a beautiful garden and something would go wrong despite my best intentions.
And like I always seem to do when things seem to go wrong, I called my Mimmie. And her advice was to simply to Miracle-Gro the heck out of everything. That first year my Elephant ears were truly elephant sized and my little marigolds and petunias grew, and grew and bloomed and bloomed. It was truly amazing and I totally understood that Gro Something Greater!
And ever since, when I garden, Miracle-Gro is just a part of the plant growing process for me… like dirt or water! How about you? Do you have any stories or experience with Miracle-Gro? Does the beauty of your garden depend on it like mine does? I’d love to hear and so would the good garden loving people over at growsomethinggreater.com!