The Green Thumb

Mar 16, 2012 17:12

Or so I wish.
If I were to narrate how I came to decide to try planting, it will lead to a confusing tale of self serving justifications and whatnot. The fact is, I just wanted to. So I did.
In the beginning, I had this. A fortune plant begged from my cousin, and cactus nicked from my Papa's numerous pots. 


And amid my parents' objections, I planted the peanut seeds in the box.


Did I know whether I can make it grow? Nope. My father have a green thumb. I didn't know if I inherited it.
And so after 5 days of constant checking and watering (which is apparently not advisable), I decided to check if the seeds are still there, I uncovered my first buds.


I actually planted tomatoes and radishes too, but I didn't know when I should expect them.
This morning I was pleasantly surprised! My tomatoes!




Small and seemingly insignificant, yes. But it was enough to put me in a very good mood.
And when I went home for siesta, this is what I found.




I didn't expect so many to survive. I prepared myself for the possibility of just one, or none at all. So 
When I get home today, I will transfer what I can to a different pot.

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