:: Tuesday, May 16, 2006 ::

"That’s just who I am this week…" (Fall Out Boy)

Me ≠ green thumb.
I was ridiculously excited at the idea of planting gardens this spring. I said they were for practical purposes (beauty, squirrel food), but really, I just wanted to make something alive.
I started with seeds (seeds are cheap, plus you can grow approximately 50 acres from one packet!) and waited. And waited. And waited. The sweet peas didn't grow. The daisies didn't grow. The basil didn't grow. The oregano didn't grow. The parsley didn't grow. The rosemary didn't grow. The tomatoes didn't grow. The only things that grew were weeds and weeds and pansies. (I returned all the seed packets to the store. The customer service lady looked at me like I was a mental patient.)
Gardening take two: half-grown plants from the store. Much better. So I didn't make them grow, but at least they were alive! I planted all my new flowers and herbs, then carefully transplanted about 40 of the pansies into the front flower bed and waited for everything to bloom.
When the pansies reached about 2 feet tall and showed no sign of flowers, I started thinking they might not be pansies after all. In fact, I had very carefully transplanted 40 mutant weed-trees into the flower bed. Brilliant!
The moral of the story is... Don't buy seeds. The pictures on the packages may be very shiny and lead you to believe that those seeds will end up looking just like the world's prettiest tomato plant, but they're lying. Plants grow from magic, not seeds.

By the way, I have a MySpace now. I haven't really found a purpose for MySpace, though, except for stalking people. ::evil grin::

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:: Bethany Bassett - 4:52 PM :: + ::