Next spring when all the wonderfully, romantic gardening commercials start to air will you please remind me how much I hate gardening. This way when June comes along I won’t be sitting here stewing about how much time and money I have invested in plants that have produced approximately a dozen strawberries.

Earlier this year I lamented on the fact that I have a black thumb but was pleasantly surprised by my sudden production of strawberries. (If you need a reminder, go here). My Cilantro plant is dead. Apparently Cilantro is NOT a tex-mex herb but is actually Asian, and as a result doesn’t like the heat and sun that I get in Texas. WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THIS? My strawberries have struggled through two bouts of fungus gnats and although the plant is beautiful I have really only harvested about a dozen strawberries out of it. During this same period I have spent at least $15 buying strawberries at the store. My Basil plant went from green and lovely, to tall and wilted. I don’t know why. I suspect I either have over-watered it or it also does not like the heat. Any suggestions? And last but not least my tomatoes. First of all, I don’t even like to eat tomatoes so why I decided to grow them escapes me. I think I was suckered by pictures I saw in my Martha Stewart magazine. I have babied these tomatoes and nurtured these tomatoes and I have exactly 6 tomatoes on my plants. Four are green and the other two just started to turn red this past week. I figured that I would go out of town and upon my return we would have beautiful tomatoes. Alas, this was not to be. Because, upon our return I found a rabbit had eaten my only two ripe tomatoes.

I HATE gardening. Trying to garden is like having additional pets. They require daily care and feeding and in the end you are left with crap. I think from this point forward I’m just going to support my local farmer’s market. I can’t handle the stress and responsibility of growing plants.