Ah, cilantro plant, I barely knew thee. Now, you are nothing more than brown tendrils, like the hair of a voodoo doll, streaming out over the blue clay pot that is your burial plot.
On to the next gardening fail: baby trees. I donated to the Arbor Day Foundation and received 10 dormant baby trees just before leaving for a weekend vacation. Following the directions, I put the saplings in the refrigerator.
I spent Monday at dusk trying to prepare a protected garden spot for the youngsters, digging up a variety of thriving weeds. When I come home tomorrow, I’ll put the saplings in a bucket of water to prepare for the planting.
After a year or so of being planted in the protected area, the saplings, if they survive, will be transplanted to their permanent spot in the year.
Kids, this is a multiple-step process, allowing a lot of room for gardening fail. I hope I’m able to pull this one off. My front yard in particular could use some arboreal improvement.