3 years ago
Friday, July 9, 2010
I don't think I can claim a green thumb. There is a certain amount of intention and knowledge that goes along with a "green thumb". I have neither of those things. I can grow roses and, apparently, completely out-of-control vegetable gardens, but not because I have any idea what I am doing. I love this garden. I love the exuberance and the complete refusal to be limited by little things like borders and other plants. I love the squash vine that has invaded the tomatoes cages just because it could (even though I will probably have to do something about that if I want the tomatoes to make it to ripe adulthood). I love that the pumpkin vines currently extend almost 12 feet into the lawn if I let them. I love how everybody is all tangled and twisted together. I know I need to go do a little thinning but I just don't seem to have the heart. They are all trying so very hard and I don't want to quash their ambition. Plus, I am already excited about the jack-o-lanterns and peppers that come from such vines. Imagine.