Balding

Disclaimer: Contrary to what you might be thinking regarding the post title, this post has nothing to do with my husband and/or his hair. Thank you.

My garden has me down. After all my rototilling and digging and flooding and finally planting and seeing some pretty green, I came out and realized this:

My yard is BALD. I have a plethora of plush grass on the edge and sporadically throughout but somehow in the middle, no bueno. I watered and watered and watered, thinking that maybe the seeds were late bloomers to no avail. They were no shows and I had a bald yard to show for it. So I rogained reseeded the problem areas on Thursday and am praying for green to be sprouting up in the next week. What a bust!

On top of that, I went a little overboard with the rest of my plants and ended up with a small nursery.

Note to self: Do not go to Home Depot unsupervised!

And I just can't stand the way it all looks and just sits there. I had originally planned for the plants to be in the planter along the grass where the salvia and zinnia now are (which by the way, are drooping and depressed looking too and I have no idea how to revive) but then I got to thinking. What happens when we move? Aren't I going to want to take all these prized possessions with me? Of course! And I'm all about uniformity and having this mixed arrangement of plants in the planter didn't cut it for me which is why there is a even number and perfect pattern of zinnia, salvia, zinnia, etc. So I decided to put the lost plants in pots. Only problem with pots is that they take up room and unfortunately, we don't have a lot of that. I'm trying to brainstorm with M about storage ideas and he's talking about building me a wood table/shelf thingy but idk. So all in all, it's making me depressed. Isn't gardening supposed to be a relaxing, uplifting hobby?