Saturday, May 30, 2009

I have tomatoes!

I had to transplant my tomato plant last week because the pot I had it in was too small. Since then, my tomato plant has been looking pretty sad. I was sure it was dying, but last night when I went to water it, I noticed two tomatoes! They are small, maybe the size of a shooter marble, but they are salad tomatoes, so they are supposed to be small. I have successfully grown tomatoes! Even if these are the only tomatoes I get off the plant, I am satisfied. I am now a gardener. Woo-hoo! Go me! Now, here's hoping they turn red!


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

How does your garden grow?

I inherited a lot of things from my father, some good (such as my quick wit and my love of history) and some bad (like my ugly hobbit feet and my need to use every dish in the house whenever I cook), but the one trait I never inherited was a green thumb. My father could make anything grow anywhere. I remember the flower beds (is that one word or two?) he designed and maintained. They were beautiful. The house we eventually settled in has a huge backyard and the back third of it was dedicated to a vegetable garden. My dad would spend all winter planning out the garden, where he would plant what and when. He would get so excited as the middle of May neared and the weather warmed up. I remember summers spent weeding that stupid garden! Oh, how I hated to be out there pulling those weeds! But Dad loved it. He loved his gardens: flower and vegetable. I never understood what all the excitement was about. After I graduated from high school and moved away, I decided to get a plant. I can't recall what type of plant it was, but I remember telling Dad about it and he said something about that plant being a hard one to kill. Well, 8 days later it was dead. Too much water? Not enough sun? I have no idea what caused the quick death of this plant, but I was pretty sure it was something I did (or didn't do). Since that day, I tried to keep plants alive, and have failed.(One unlucky plant live three days, but I blame the treatment it got in the store before I bought it!) It appeared that I had been cursed with a black thumb.

Well, my dear readers, this may be a bit premature, but I do believe that I may no longer have a black thumb! A few days ago (11 days ago to be exact), I decided I was going to start a container garden on my apartment balcony. So, I went and bought the two plants I figured would be the most difficult to kill: tomatoes and cucumbers. And I am pleased to announce that after 11 days, not only are they alive, but they are flourishing! The tomato plant has grown a couple of inches and even has some yellow flowers on it! The cucumber plant was in rough shape when I bought it, but it too seems to be growing like crazy! I know it may seem to silly to be excited about growing two plants, but given my track record with plants, this is monumental! I cannot wait for the tomatoes and cucumbers to appear! Hopefully the plants will live that long! If they do, I will officially call myself a gardener!

My plants (when I first bought them)!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The issues in my brother's head


Recently it was discovered that my brother William has some pressure being exerted on his brain by some sort of fluid build-up. You will notice by how specific and medically descriptive that last sentence was that I really have no idea what is going on! I don't know how serious it is, but I assume it can't be too serious because his appointment with the specialist is still weeks away (if it was serious they would have got him an appointment immediately right?). Anyway. Every night we pray for William and his medical condition, even though we aren't sure what to call it. Last night, it was Husband's turn to pray. When he got to the point of asking God to bless William he said "Please bless that the issues in Bill's head will be resolved." I couldn't help myself: I started laughing. Husband quickly realized what he had said and starting laughing too! I know God is a God of miracles, but asking Him to resolve the "issues" in my brother's head may be bit a much! He's a teenager for goodness sake! And boy does my brother have issues! (P.S. We love you William!)