I love to grow my own vegetables. Well. Hm. Honestly? I like the idea of growing my own vegetables. The reality is less inspiring.
I’ve had several attempts at veggie plots. It’s fun. For a while. Before the drought. Or the cabbage moths. Or the birds.
I love putting in all the new seedlings and watching them start to grow.
It gets pretty exciting when the flowers – that you just know are going to turn into something very edible eventually – start appearing.
Then, for some reason, it always goes wrong.
If I have a green thumb, it’s khaki.
Lack of water/nutrients/mulching/some unknown factor that I’m supposed to know about but don’t.
I did at least get some produce this year. Some of my plants were actually thriving before nature interceded.
A few are still hanging in there.
Would anyone like a celery stick?