The first garden of an amateur gardener

For a long time, I have been watching longingly from a distance as other people planned, planted, decorated and showed-off their beautiful or not-so-beautiful gardens. I grew up in a house filled with greenery, myself. My father is blessed with the proverbial green thumb. We had such a large number of plants in varieties of flowering or non-flowering plants, cacti, succulents, fruits, vegetables, seasonals and perennials that in my pre-teen years I wouldn’t have believed it, had anyone told me that there existed a plant that my father did not have. Come college and the necessity to stay away from home for studies and later a job, and my green childhood was left behind. I couldn’t have a garden of my own in any accommodation so definitely temporary. However, my love for plants did not diminish.

Now after years, I am finally in a situation to call myself settled, and the 10 year old plant-loving kid has raised her head again. In the small space that I can spare in my house, I have decided to start my first attempt at gardening beyond the almost mandatory Tulsi. I started off by poaching the local “maali” (Gardener) who used to visit an elderly lady in the lane. And with him I placed an order of as many plants as I could remember from my childhood; which after being corrected by Dad for the season, my limited space and my status as a beginner didn’t make a very long list. Determined not to be disheartened, I decided to take baby steps and see where they led. He came on the weekend that followed with all the the plants and other necessary supplies.

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