Animals, yes. I can grow animals. Plants? They typically don't stand a chance around me. I'm the human equivalent of herbicide. But for whatever reason, I can't help but keep trying. Maybe I just love to have my hands in dirt. (Have you tried it? There's something awesome about getting your hands dirty when you're doing something for your own benefit.)
My parents, on the other hand, have green thumbs. Thumbs, fingers, hands, toes ... the people can grow anything. Not only can my mom grow just about any plant, she's the 'social worker' who takes dying plants away from me and my sister and rehabilitates them into beautiful, lush, textbook examples of flora.
Last year, I had one little tomato plant. And it did, through some miracle, bear fruit. So with that one little success under my belt, this year, I really wanted to try my hand at a more grand scale of gardening. In true me fashion, I was ready to till up a good half acre and stick billions of plants in the ground. But, reason (and compassion for plants) took over, so before I launched into my own endeavor (that would, undoubtedly, end in disaster) I enrolled myself in Gardening Bootcamp. Which means I helped plant a few things in the family plot, and am going to participate in the watering, weeding, picking, canning, etc. over the next few months. With the experts to guide me, hopefully I can't screw this up. (And look! A couple of things are actually above ground, green, and growing!!!)
That, plus the fact that green beans are the cockroaches of the plant world. I'm not sure even I can screw them up!
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