I fucking hate gardening. Fucking hours of work, thousands of dollars in tools and materials to beg a plant to grow because it can’t be fucked to grow on it’s own. Only to watch it die and it’s fruit rot on the stem because of some Norwegian small nosed stink beetle that’s invaded the garden. OH WHAT A LOVELY HOME I’VE MADE FOR YOU YOU LITTLE FUCK.
I just wanted to make salsa. I could have had salsa any time. Months ago I could have had salsa. I could have made my own. I could have been bougie and gone to the farmer’s market and gotten all the things I tried to grow and made my own salsa.
What I’ve learned about gardening is to grow what loves to grow in my particular space. I tried a lot of plants and you know what thrived? Gerkins. Little cucumbers. Do I need 600 picklng gerkins? I do not, but thats what grows. Chives also love it back there.
So, we give away jars of home made sandwich slices and pickle relish. The plants reach up and pull on the low tree branches with their little tendrils. Its not what I want to grow (I want to grow fucking pumpkins, but they get downy mildew and barely fruit).
Try this one cool trick: Don’t give up on it.
I know what the hell… its not that hard
It is that hard.
I fucking hate gardening. Fucking hours of work, thousands of dollars in tools and materials to beg a plant to grow because it can’t be fucked to grow on it’s own. Only to watch it die and it’s fruit rot on the stem because of some Norwegian small nosed stink beetle that’s invaded the garden. OH WHAT A LOVELY HOME I’VE MADE FOR YOU YOU LITTLE FUCK.
I just wanted to make salsa. I could have had salsa any time. Months ago I could have had salsa. I could have made my own. I could have been bougie and gone to the farmer’s market and gotten all the things I tried to grow and made my own salsa.
Instead I made food for bugs and mushrooms.
ahh dude that sounds terrible, I’m really sorry.
What I’ve learned about gardening is to grow what loves to grow in my particular space. I tried a lot of plants and you know what thrived? Gerkins. Little cucumbers. Do I need 600 picklng gerkins? I do not, but thats what grows. Chives also love it back there.
So, we give away jars of home made sandwich slices and pickle relish. The plants reach up and pull on the low tree branches with their little tendrils. Its not what I want to grow (I want to grow fucking pumpkins, but they get downy mildew and barely fruit).
It is when depression is a constant sparring partner in life