One thing I learned in 2014: it's not my fault.
All the times I sowed seeds to fill my iris bed
(with plants that would bloom when the irises were done)
and ended up with nothing but weeds,
I thought it was me.
More than once I sowed and planted,
and watered and waited,
and watched and watered and waited.
Zero new flowering plants, just a boring, perennial line of iris blades.
Therefore, I was a lame gardener.
But this year, I am redeemed!
The birds totally ate the seeds.
How do I know this?
"Your Honor, I would like to submit exhibits A and B."
Sites where I did not protect the seeds from birds.
Look how tidy and clean and plant-less it all is...
And, Exhibit B:
Site where I did protect the seeds from birds.
Rows of baby plants. Cute little tinsies (and a few weeds), bursting with promise. A miracle.
This may have changed my life.
I am not a hopelessly unskilled gardener.
I can make things grow,
I can fill out my iris beds
with things that will bloom after spring,
providing DH & I lovely sights (incl. bugs) to admire for months and months.