Planting on a Budget

I don't know about you, but in year's past I've literally spent hundreds of dollars on plants and flowers that, let's face it, I usually end up killing before their time. My high school has a botany class that plants in the greenhouse every year, and they sell wreaths during the holidays, and herbs and flowers in the spring.

This year I took advantage of both events, and I was really impressed by them! Not only are their plants amazing, but so are the prices. I was able to plant my entire upper deck yesterday for $35.

$35!!!!

I'm officially converted. I love having flowers on the deck, and this year was super affordable. If you like to plant, I encourage you to find a local school that has a botany program. You get to support local programs, and plant on the cheap. Win-win.

I think it turned out pretty nice! Plus, I got to sip on some wine while playing with dirt and listening to a podcast. A nice way to spend the afternoon.

I learned that those blue-purple flowers are called Lobelias, and they're my new favorite thing. Besides the fact that this gardening site says, "Once established, the lobelia plant requires little maintenance," so now I love them even more.

(They're in there, too.)

Jack was tired from all the planting...because he helped so much...

-Cara

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