I spend the next two days carefully sifting the soil, taking out the last bits of roots from the year before, and transferring my newly purchased blossoms to their assigned boxes.
Even though I come from a family with so many green thumbs they could pass for leprechauns, my six little flower boxes are the extent of my gardening experience. My hats off to those who live in a blooming utopia created by their own hands, spending dizzying amounts of hours weeding and feeding and pruning. The results are stunning, and for a few short months they live in paradise.
My paradise, for now, is confined to those flower boxes in my front yard. Their vibrant presence greets me every morning and no matter what the day brings, they’re a constant delight. So whatever color your thumb is, I hope you too can enjoy the happiness six simple flower boxes can bring.