failure...
Today, I realized I'm a failure. And not just at anything, but at GARDENING! Yep, that's right, gardening. I grew up with a garden and except for the years I was away from the family, I usually help with it.
Apparently, the last time I had help, I didn't do that much even though I thought I did--tilling, digging, picking, etc. So this time, they goaded my brother into going with them and were about to approach me with the same offer....only to stop when my mom yelled, "Don't! She'll kill the garden!" That's right...talk about a stab through the heart...and I had thought I done a decent job--so the ground was rocky and I didn't prep it that well and halfway through I gave up. The rocks were reproducing like crazy!
That's what you get without a tilling machine, right?
So instead, someone decided that I should just start picking some greens that could be cooked and soon, I had myself a pretty hefty bag only to be told I was picking the wrong ones. And not just any wrong ones. Wrong as in they belong to a separate lot in the community garden. Dude, grow your stuff and keep it inside the perimeter! Any thing that grows in the aisle is fair game!
All this to say, I realize I have no skills in the art of gardening! May the grocery stores be kind with me since I have a black thumb and no sense to go with it.
Apparently, the last time I had help, I didn't do that much even though I thought I did--tilling, digging, picking, etc. So this time, they goaded my brother into going with them and were about to approach me with the same offer....only to stop when my mom yelled, "Don't! She'll kill the garden!" That's right...talk about a stab through the heart...and I had thought I done a decent job--so the ground was rocky and I didn't prep it that well and halfway through I gave up. The rocks were reproducing like crazy!
That's what you get without a tilling machine, right?
So instead, someone decided that I should just start picking some greens that could be cooked and soon, I had myself a pretty hefty bag only to be told I was picking the wrong ones. And not just any wrong ones. Wrong as in they belong to a separate lot in the community garden. Dude, grow your stuff and keep it inside the perimeter! Any thing that grows in the aisle is fair game!
All this to say, I realize I have no skills in the art of gardening! May the grocery stores be kind with me since I have a black thumb and no sense to go with it.