If there was one skill I wished I had, it might be gardening. It might be how to not kill plants, more specifically.
You know what? I know it's still early June, but these plants seem to be surviving. I know.
basil and geraniums
If these little plants continue to survive I will have to stake the tomato plant and I'm already dreaming of yummy salads and sandwiches. Grow little growing things. So far, I've planted and watered some. Not too much and not too little, apparently. See, that's sort of the problem. I'm not sure what I'm doing both right and wrong. My grandparents were exceptional gardeners. Even when they moved into an apartment. Near them was a community garden; one they shared with other people....people far less skilled in gardening and growing things up. Often, when I'd go to help pick beans or peas or corn, another *gardener* would come to chat with my grandparents to get advice and get a glimpse of their little plot of land....filled with the most beautiful vegetables.
my g'pa with a very scary scarecrow. very scary.
Gosh, I miss my grands. I wish they were still here to help me with my little growing things. And my plants too.