I am, as I admitted in the comments of the last post, a horticultural ignoramus. A city kid who grew up in an apartment, moved to a different apartment half way around the globe, and then left for college the weekend before her parents moved into their first ever house. Don't look at my side yard-- it's really embarrassing. It's not that I wouldn't like to grow something. It's just that keeping track of what needs to happen to keep things that don't speak for themselves alive somehow takes a back seat to everything else I have to do. I have admired many a blogger's lovely garden, and I have thought, more that once, that it would be cool to grow something. What I have always been afraid of, though, is that my involvement would spell doom for the poor condemned flora.
But I am also not looking to disappoint my child, so when the school sent home a plastic cup with a label that proclaimed the contents to be a marigold seed planted by my own offspring, I felt unduly responsible for its well being. I watered it even though it never seemed to do anything. When JD would move the cup, I would remember to find it and make sure it has been watered recently enough to keep the soil wet.
That game went on for a while-- me taking care of the thing, and it giving me nothing in return. Then, all of a sudden it seemed to explode with green above the soil. Even looking at the soil through the clearish plastic cup I can see lots and lots of thin green lines-- the damn thing grew. Even more amazingly, it started to flower. The first bud appeared right before JD and Monkey left for the Old City. I took pictures almost every day while they were gone. They came back yesterday, and now we have two blooming flowers.
I have no idea why watching the thing bloom in that plastic cup makes me so happy. It's small, it's confined, and I didn't have to do anything except water it. But it's just that I never had anything grow from seed for me before. Do you think it means I am ready for more challenging projects? And what do I do with the marigold now? Will it continue to be happy in the cup, or am I supposed to move it somewhere?
This post is part of Mel's Show and Tell. Go see what the cool kids are showing and telling, and, if you are so inclined, jump in yourself.