gardens

So random thought...

I have twice in my life undertaken the task of cultivating a little area of land. The first time it was a tiny piece, that I laboriously hauled out bad dirt, and brought in good. I planted a couple of sunflowers.

The second involved laboriously terracing a steep bank in the yard of one of the apartments I lived in. In the bottom level I planted snap peas, melon, cucumbers (they never sprouted), green beans, green peppers, tomatoes, and okra. In the top level I planted flowers... cosmos, zinnias, sweet peas and poppies. In my little flower plot... after I planted my seeds, one kind grew profusely and I anticipated daily as I walked out on my porch seeing the blooms. They didn't bloom and I got frustrated and cut them all down. After I cut them down, the other flowers started growing better, as they were able to get more light.

In my first attempt... I left before the sunflowers bloomed. In my second attempt, I left after seeing only one of my cosmos bloom, eating a handfull of green beans, (all the snap peas... they're the earliest), and having only one ripe tomato.

So all this to say - why do I leave before I see it come to fruition?

First Post... New Blog

Excellent time for this again.