Anyone who has read this blog with some regularity knows of my fondness for Gerber daisies and hydrangea.
In prior summers, I would often find myself wistfully looking at pots on my back deck that resembled Romaine lettuce, rather than Gerber daisies. Last summer, however, my buddy Bela had her dad fill me in on a secret. Well, at least it was a secret to me.
Since I paid attention to his advice, I have Gerber daisies blooming on my deck. I laugh because sometimes, I see a pot with no actual flower, and think, uh-oh. It actually has turned now that small blossoms are below on the lower leaf line.
Initially, I wondered what was going on because the blossom looked nothing like the flower you would be used to seeing.
I had to tell myself to relax, because they would turn into the flowers that we all know and appreciate as Gerber daisies.
So to all of you who might be having trouble with growing Gerber daisies, keep the faith. I did and it certainly has brightened my deck and my life.
it is usually during my afternoon walk with Kasia that I take in the state of other people’ flowers and see how mine are stacking up. If you remember, my friend Isabella’s parents are visiting from Romania and her dad, apparently, is quite the gardener.
If you were to go back to the blog this time last year, you’d have seen how I complained that it looked as if I had pots of romaine instead of Gerber daisies. Silly me! Would I have ever thought to fertilize them? What a difference a year makes.
Always nice to have a gardening wizard in the neighborhood, even for a short while!
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