Elephant Ears

I come from a long line of gardeners.

Market Gardeners from Holland on my Dad's side.

And Vegetable Gardeners on my Mom's side. 

It makes me wonder about the whole nature, nurture thing?

You see,  I have no desire to grow things.

My yard is flowerless, save for a front bed of Nasturtiums grown from seed.

The Agronomist plants them with the girls help, every spring.

In the back yard,  these little pink wonders show up every year.
They are very dependable.
I love them for their tenacity and their ability to grow without any help from me.

I call these  perennials Elephant Ears, but I think that may be wrong.
The leaves are huge and elephant ear like in shape, so I'm sticking with it.
It suits them.

And when they bloom,
I do love them, and think "I should have more flowers.  They make me happy."
So sometimes late at night I wonder if perennials are the answer to my flowerless world?

Then I realize during our hot dry summer,
I would have to remember to water them.
And I would have to remember to weed them.

So then I worry about how I would know the difference between a weed, and a baby plant?

And then I worry that my worrying may keep me up all night.

The worrying and the wondering.

It's a vicious cycle.

At some point during my late night quandary I realize that some people are planters
and some people are not.

And I come to the conclusion that instead,
some people are the picture takers of the things the planters plant.

And I'm happy to say I am the latter of the two.
And I like it that way.

Partly because it involves less watering and weeding.
And more importantly... less worrying and wondering.

xoxo,