It may not seem like much for some but after twenty-three years of watching my father toil in his garden and enjoying all the fantastic vegetables it's finally my own two hands that helped something to grow. I'm not just his helper anymore but a woman who can do it all on her own. At this moment, staring at these two little tiny fruits of my labors all I can say is, "Thanks a bunch, Dad". For stoking the embers in me that started a passionate fire, for all the knowledge you've bestowed in me, and for the faith you've always had that I can do anything I set my mind to.
Even if all I want to do is to grow a couple tomatoes.
Until next time,
xoxo Stacie
You're so lucky! I can't get vegetables to grow for the life of me. I even tried cheating and buying the "pre started" ones, they died too.
ReplyDeletejust keep trying! I killed a bunch of stuff last year (mostly because while my husband deployed I visited home and they got neglected by the dog sitter).
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