Mom came to visit me in July and had just finished reading a book I sent her called
Animal Vegetable Miracle. It is a great book that will inspire you to start a garden, unless of course you live in a tiny apartment in the middle of Los Angeles (or New York City for that matter, Katie you are officially exempt) so I had been hounding mom to plant something in her yard. She kept making the excuse that gardens are difficult to plan and time/energy consuming to maintain, which I did not fully believe and which resulted in a trip to Target and this:
That is mom planting me my very own tomato plant. Now she had her doubts about my abilities to care for the plant (due to my earlier statements about the ease of gardening) and so she left plenty of these scattered around my apartment:
So for the past month, with the exception of a few weeks here and there spent out of town, I have made my way out to the only forgotten patch of earth for miles around with my blender full of fresh water (it was the only container large enough) to hydrate my little tomato plant. After a month of this I walk out this morning to find this:
Whats that you say? You are having difficulty spotting the fruits (or should I say fruit) of my labour? Well lets have a closer look:
No, you are not mistaken, there is only one tomato on my plant, but surely you reason that after an entire bag of miracle grow and a swimming pool worth of water (toted out one blender full at a time) this must be the most giant tomato the world has ever seen... well lets put it in a shot with some perspective:
Perhaps I will have better luck next year.
That is mom planting me my very own tomato plant. Now she had her doubts about my abilities to care for the plant (due to my earlier statements about the ease of gardening) and so she left plenty of these scattered around my apartment:
So for the past month, with the exception of a few weeks here and there spent out of town, I have made my way out to the only forgotten patch of earth for miles around with my blender full of fresh water (it was the only container large enough) to hydrate my little tomato plant. After a month of this I walk out this morning to find this:
Whats that you say? You are having difficulty spotting the fruits (or should I say fruit) of my labour? Well lets have a closer look:
No, you are not mistaken, there is only one tomato on my plant, but surely you reason that after an entire bag of miracle grow and a swimming pool worth of water (toted out one blender full at a time) this must be the most giant tomato the world has ever seen... well lets put it in a shot with some perspective:
Perhaps I will have better luck next year.
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