While I'm not a successful gardener with tons of produce to show for any effort I might put forward, I am a wistful one. What do I mean by that? I suppose I as I plant, fertilize, water, & baby my plant babies I wistfully imagine what could be. If I get one tomato or six green beans, I'm exceedingly excited! Can you imagine if I ever got what would constitute a real crop?
My aversion (that is an understatement) to creatures that have no legs & slither plays a significant role in my inability to keep a tiny homestead. So, a few years ago I tried a few hanging & container plants. I loved the relaxation I experienced tending the plants! And, although it, once again, didn't result in bushels of produce, it was a fun homeschool activity me & my kids.
As a "wanna be" gardener (and hopeful canner) I came across a "tomato rocket" in the supermarket last week. My inner wistful farmer came out & made the impulse buy. Today I broke out the gardening tools that that United Methodist Women at church recently gave me as a gift, reenlisted one of my container gardens, found my Starbucks "grounds for your garden", & did a little planting! It's might be too late in the year or the container might be the wrong size, but maybe, just maybe THIS will be the year that I harvest the 100s of tomatoes that the box "promises." Only time will tell!
