I’m not really sure at what point one usually realizes that they awesome, but that happened to me the other day. It hit me after I readied myself a garden. I know that most people my age don’t get so excited about the prospect of growing veggies. I’m also not sure why I am excited about it either, other than to have something to watch progress slowly. I could say I’m excited about having fresh veggies, but as a reasonable man, I know that in all likelihood this progression will more than likely yeild death and dissappointment. But, I’m all for trying.
Anyway, I have a few planters I bought and put on my porch, and I will certainly hope for the best. So far, I am growing Red, Yellow, and Green Bell peppers, spicy red chili peppers, eggplants, tomato,
cucumber (this has already died), broccoli, cauliflower, melon, water melon, zucchini, okra, and peas, Not really sure what to expect out of it since the roots will be choked for space, and my gardening skills don’t really go past watering them when I think to. I purchased a large variety of plants to best cope with the waves of famine and neglect that will undoubtedly bring my harvest to ruin.
Here is what I hope to one day have become a cornucopia of production, representing my first attempt at homegrown anything. These pictures are from about 3 weeks after my initial planting. Surprisingly, my broccoli and cauliflower are doing great. Everything has grown well though. Spirits are running high.
L to R: Water melon, Broccoli, Goya, Cauliflower X 4, Japanese Beans, Okra
L to R: Eggplant, Dead Cucumber, Spicy Peppers, Green/Red/Yellow Bell Peppers, Zucchini, Cantaloupe