My little plant struggled along with poor drainage, poor soil, poor light, and poor everything. So I went to the library and checked out a book. It was a light bulb moment. I read. I researched. I LEARNED! I began to collect plants--easy ones for indoors. My apartment began to look like a conservatory. I had more plants than furniture or chatkes. I was hooked but I felt like I needed more of a challenge.
Who knew you could grow vegetables in a container?! My little 22 year old brain thought all vegetables came from farms. From guys who wore overalls named Edgar, Willie and Pops. From little old ladies who wore calico print dresses. From people who did hard, back breaking, sweaty manual labor hoeing fields or using rusty broken down farm equipment. Because that is what I sorta remembered from my grandparents and great grandparents. Not my brightest moment.
|Not Betty Jean but this picture reminds me of her. I sure wish I had a picture of her|
I can still see in my mind's eye all the little pots and containers that cluttered her patio. She had used margarine tubs, peanut butter and jelly jars, milk cartons, egg cartons, old pots, bowls and coffee cans. Whatever she could use to hold some dirt and a plant. It may have looked like junk to some but I thought it was beautiful.