(Or vegetables, actually.)
That’s right! ME! I grew these!
It’s official: I no longer have a black thumb! (Although whether or not I can keep an indoor plant alive remains to be seen.)
Perhaps I really am a true farmer’s daughter after all.
Knock on wood—and potential raccoon invasions notwithstanding—but my tomato plants, pepper and zucchini plants, celosia, begonias, vincas, petunias, zinnias, impatiens and lemon thyme are still flourishing. (The once-thriving verbena, however, which I purchased at, um, Aldi, has apparently bit the dust.)
I feel like I could now belong amongst those women (like my late Grandma McGaughey) who know how to can things. And sew curtains. And knit afghans.
But instead I still have cereal or frozen dinners for supper. And the other day I actually cut my finger open and caused it to bleed just by lifting back the foil on top of a Jell-o Pudding Cup.
Sigh.
One thing at a time, friends; one thing at a time.
Tags: nature
wow your cumcumber is big!