But gardening... I'm both very good at if and very bad. I personally think that it's funny how I can be both.
Did anyone else have to do the projects in school where they grew a plant with a seed, a wet paper towel, and a ziplock bag? When we did that, my little plant always grew extremely fast and would usually end up being one of the largest plants out of the class.
Later on, my mom had a bunch of plastic cups and some left over dirt and seeds, but I don't remember what from. Maybe a garden at our house? I remember only planting them with supervision because we had a problem with tarantulas and little brown snakes that resembled worms, plus copperheads at a neighbor's house.
I didn't have much luck with it outside, probably because I forgot about them, but I had about 20 plastic cups all around my room in the windows. Every single one had rather large flowers starting to bloom before we had to move. It was actually quite shocking since I did the work myself (it was part of the deal to give me the supplies, that it was my responsibility) and I don't remember doing much.
Cut to several years later and we went in the trailer park. It wasn't a nice one when my mom took it over and other than cutting the grass that the owner pretended we even had, the people living on the lot had to do it themselves. So I bought a bunch of seeds, some soil, and got to work. It took me hours digging up everything (autocorrect tried to say "everyone"). I got extremely hot even though it was early spring. I was so proud.
Then a bad storm came and washed everything away. By the time we realized the seeds were gone, we had storms every week so it was pointless to try again. We bought a rose bush and even that couldn't survive the harsh rain.
The next year, the same damn thing happened. You might have heard about those storms. The April 27 tornado outbreak that left people without power for days or weeks (we were five days). I'd spent close to $40 on the area, not including a small wooden fence to keep bratty kids out of it, that said bratty kids kicked over because they were in serious need of a spanking (and that's coming from somebody who says that's only saved for severe things).
Year three and I gave up. I planned on moving soon anyways. It was pointless to me. Wanna guess what happened? The pot with the rose bush popped up with flowers. I never planted flower seeds in it, only the rose bush. In the garden? A flower in each corner and weeds. I just kind of threw my hands up, looked at the plants that were mocking me, and said "You win. I give up. You're on your own."