Last summer, I made this comment to my gardening friend.
“Michelle, when it’s time to plant tomatoes next year, would you please make me do it?”
“Sure,” she replied.
So, about a month ago, during Spring break, she arrived at my house with her two children for a scheduled play date. She brought along with her a few gifts, a tomato plant, a zucchini plant, and a cucumber plant.
And, holding to our agreement, she forced encouraged me to plant them.
“Now, you’ll need to get a shovel,” she said.
I got a shovel.
“Now dig a hole.”
I dug a hole.
“Now put this tomato plant in the hole.”
I put it in the hole.
“Now push the dirt back around the roots.”
“Now dig two more holes.”
I did that too.
I now have a confession to make to my readers. I don’t usually garden. You might have been able to use your deductive reasoning skills and figure that out already. But just in case there was any doubt still in your mind.
I have another confession. I will be 40 years old in September and this is the first time I have ever planted something in the ground that will potentially be edible one day. And yes, I am embarrassed to admit that to you too.
One of the aspects of gardening that has always turned me off is weeding. That, and my tendency to forget to water things for several weeks.
However, I am happy to report that it’s been a month and my “garden” is still alive today! I’ve even remembered to water it couple times. And, last night, I pulled a weed!
Here’s a picture of my tomato plant. I think I’ll nickname it Mater.
I’ve been told that the little yellow flower growing on it is completely normal too. 😉
Linking up with Jen today over at Finding Heaven.