Okay, I admit it, gardening is not my strong suit. My husband likes to say that I have a brown thumb. I do manage to keep my rose bushes alive, but that's about it. The tulips I planted two years ago never came up, and then there was the disaster with Grandpa John's whatever-they-were flowers I tried to transplant, after three weeks they were all dead. Anyway, putting all of that aside, I was inspired by the smell of jasmine last year and decided to give it another try. I planted them in big pots because after researching online I found they would not survive the harsh winters where I live, and I would need to bring them inside while Jack Frost visited. They spent all winter in my kitchen where I took loving care of them, even going so far as to make a chicken wire like barrier so that my cat wouldn't use them as litter boxes, since we never could convince her that that's not what they were. About a month ago I took them back outside.
As of now I have no blooms, no new growth and they are starting to look a little fragile, but this time it's not my fault, I think that the gods must be against me when it comes to horticulture. This spring has been so crazy with temps all over the place, two days ago, we were in the lower 80's and tonight it will be below freezing again. I ran outside with two large garbage bags to cover them and hopefully ward off the chill. I haven't given up, as long as there is still green left in them I will keep trying, but I could use any advise anyone out there has to give. My poor jasmine, they must have drawn the short straws.
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