Meet my garden…
For the past six months I’ve bragged about my green thumb and my raised beds. But the truth is, I’ve only just begun my gardening career. I grew up picking blueberries and potato bugs, but my experience with actually growing things is limited. I somehow managed to kill three different succulents and those things are so easy to care for, they might as well be fake.
Despite my inexperience, I’ve found this weird joy in my garden. It’s like my pet — some worry about getting home to play with the pup, I worry about getting home to my garden.
On the Fourth of July, I drank the afternoon away. But, when I showed up wobbly and very late to my own house party, I made sure to water my garden immediately.
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I wouldn’t call it my passion, but I would certainly call it my best friend.
Kidding. I’m not that crazy. I’m really enjoying growing things and I like bragging about it.
That said, it’s not all fun and games when it comes to gardening…
