Don’t hold your breath for vibrant tomato plants this summer. Moments after we’d planted everything, the sprinkler system had a little temper tantrum that lasted 30 minutes and ended with our backyard in ankle deep water, Jonathan completely drenched with bloodshot eyes, and me being quite sad about losing all of our hard work.
So my parents have always gardened together. When we were young we grew corn and fruit trees and all sorts of veggies. Now they have transitioned to landscaping. I have seen them go through major ups and downs in their marriage, but they always have gardening. It seems to bring them together. It's kind of like God.
I have fully embraced that I have inherited NONE of my mother's green thumb and as such do not even own a potted plant. Whatever Jonathan's got going on with the "crouch and stare" move seems really effective though.... fingers crossed for resilient tomatoes!
I have fully embraced that I have inherited NONE of my mother's green thumb and as such do not even own a potted plant. Whatever Jonathan's got going on with the "crouch and stare" move seems really effective though.... fingers crossed for resilient tomatoes!
heart breaking. So cool that you're growing. I always had a few tomato vines growing up. It's one of the bonuses of living in the hot valley.
this seems appropriate in light of your gardening mishap: "April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts." -Barbara Kingsolver
this seems appropriate in light of your gardening mishap: "April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts." -Barbara Kingsolver
