I wanted to get out and work in my garden this weekend, but the rain and coldness put a damper on that. At least I can work with the few things I have in pots on the back porch. This is the first time I’ve attempted a garden for myself, but I wanted to have a garden with Ellie. Unfortunately I didn’t exactly inherit my farmer Dad’s green thumb, so what I’ve planted is struggling to grow.
Still, I wanted to at least try to have a garden. I love fresh vegetables, and why buy them when you can grow them? Okay I admit in the summer time I don’t buy them anyway. I just call my Dad, and he brings me some of his, but I wanted to at least try to grow my own.
I planted my vegetables the same day my Dad planted his. I was following his instruction and doing just what he told me to do. He has a full garden on the farm, but he also keeps a few things on his back porch in planters where he grows year round, so he gave me instructions on how to do a potted garden. I don’t know what I did wrong, but his stuff is thriving, and mine is barely popping through the soil. I joked that I might just try crushing up some growtropin hgh and sprinkling it on the plants to see if they magically start to grow! Instead I’m going to wait patiently and hope I didn’t kill my little plants before they even got a chance to get started. If I did, oh well. I guess I’ll have to send Ellie to Papa’s to dig in his garden!