My Green Thumb
I am not much of a gardener but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be. I always thought it would be cool to have a green thumb. To be one of those who could grow anything with little to no effort.
Yes, it’s an ego thing but I have to be good at something, right?
You didn’t tell me I had to water ‘em
When I was a kid I took a handful of beans and stuck them in a pot full of dirt. I remember being amazed when a little green thingy poked its head out. That was followed by a bunch of vines growling all over the place.
Being the kid that I was I grew bored, forgot to water it and it died. Nobody told me this gardening stuff required maintenance. Who knew you had to pluck weeds, trim this and cut that?
Who has that kind of time?
But things changed a few years back and it all had to do with the day I bought a mango.
Clean up on aisle 6!!!
I never had mango and when I saw it in the store it had to me mine. But like most things in my life it didn’t take long before I saw something shiny and moved on.
Sadly the mango did not.
A funny smell filled our kitchen on a warm afternoon. Buried deep behind the bananas and the can opener a really ripe mango sat.
I remember taking a long look at the mango and suddenly a clever idea sprang into action.
What if I try to grow it!?
A Mango in Western Oregon. What could possible go wrong?
I did a little research, created a mini green house and within weeks the little thing started growing.
My mango was amazing. A little leaf appeared followed by another. I counted four, maybe five tiny little leaves. Yes, I need a life but it was exciting.
I placed it outdoors next to things that belong in our state and hoped the other flowering thingy’s would treat it nice.
But two things happened while my little mango grew:
1) It was living in Western Oregon where it had no business to be.
2) Did I mention I have a short attention span?
We said goodbye to summer and hello to fall. Sadly for my mango winter was next and a cold one at that.
Goodbye Mango, hello something yellow
With the demise of my mango I decided it was time to try my hand again. Responsibility is key, I reminded myself as I searched for my newest challenge.
I arrived at the same store that once housed my dearly departed mango. I saw apples. Boring. Oranges. Not interested and beans. Bad experience.
But as I turned to aisle three something yellow caught my eye.
I promise, only one will grow
Organic lemons were on sale that day. Miniature lemons four to a bunch. Excited with the possibility I brought them home before my attention took me elsewhere.
Out of the four lemons in my possession I rescued seven seeds. A little research and a little greenhouse I was on my way.
I promised I would not make the same mistake I made with the mango. My little lemon tree would stay indoors and if it survived I might have a nice miniature tree on my hand.
I figured one would survive. Maybe two. Fast forward a month later seven little lemon trees poked their heads from the darkness known as dirt.
Just my luck.
I haven’t a clue what I’ll do with them. None of them are in the mood to die. Not even the runt of the litter.
In my life I have accidently killed a lot of plants. Maybe this is nature’s way of giving me a second chance. Now all I need to do is figure out where to put them.
Happy Friday Everyone!!!