It is gardening time in Indiana. I love it! My tulips have just completed a beautiful round of glorifying my yard and even my husband commented on their brilliance. Never mind that it was a temperate day last December when I planted the bulbs. Yes, the rest of the neighborhood was hanging their Christmas lights that day, but I was not intimidated. Perseverance pays.
As I prepared to plant my annuals and vegetables, I decided that some extra nutrients were in order to have a successful growing season. I loaded up on lots of organic matter and some fertilizer that said “twelve-twelve-twelve” on the front. A Master Gardener (which I am not) friend of mine suggested some “ten-ten-ten” to help my vegetables thrive, but the “twelve-twelve-twelve” was what I found, so I figured it must be better. My non-gardening husband agreed with that thinking.
Fast forward to today. It has been about three weeks since I planted some of my annuals. With each plant, I added the fertilizer and the organic matter to the dirt. Some of the plants look happy, and a few are now dead. Gone. What went wrong? In some cases, the plants are neighbors! How could this be? Turns out, according to the expert gardeners (again, not me) I overdid it with the nutrients. The soil was simply too rich for those little flowers. I now know that I should choose one or the other, not both. Some lessons are tough. In this case, less is more. I do believe that this thinking is best in many situations. Seems to me I say those same words every December when we hang our Christmas lights. Happy planting…
“Voluntary simplicity means going fewer places in one day rather than more, seeing less so I can see more, doing less so I can do more, acquiring less so I can have more.” Wendell Berry