My Gardening skills.
Relocating to my native place after a span of about 40 years, calls for a lot of changes in lifestyle which I was looking forward to. One of them is the luxury of having a garden with lots of flowering plants in the front & home grown vegetables & fruits at the back. With the limited knowledge from a few potted plants in the window sill I decided to venture. With my sister's help & knowledge I knew my dream is going to come true. The articles in the daily about pesticide laden vegetables and fruits and how to grow organic vegetables at home forced me to act fast.Went around looking for nurseries, shops selling gardening tools and other materials.Got a few plants from the nursery & vegetable saplings from the Govt outlet.Learned re-potting from my brother who has a green finger. My gardening started off with great enthusiasm,watering them daily , putting manure, repotting and what not.My joy knew no bounds seeing the buds bloom into flowers of different hues and varieties.
Slowly other things caught my fancy,like the kid who loses interest in a toy after a few days . My gardening got limited to watering once in a while . Seeing my gardening skills my sister took over,luckily for the plants.
After a few days of laziness I felt its high time I take care of the plants again.The coming holiday trips made me feel that I must spend more time with the plants before I leave.They too need my love and care . While watering I noticed weeds in the Tulsi bed & decided to work on it. Went inside happily seeing the neat patch and the exercise it gave me.Must make this a daily practice I felt.
My sister in her round in the garden saw my work and called out to me.I knew she is also happy seeing my contribution. But I knew something is wrong.In my enthusiasm to uproot the weeds I had pulled out the chilli saplings she had planted in between the Tulsi. I don't know whether to cry at my ignorance or laugh at my half baked knowledge of plants and gardening.
Relocating to my native place after a span of about 40 years, calls for a lot of changes in lifestyle which I was looking forward to. One of them is the luxury of having a garden with lots of flowering plants in the front & home grown vegetables & fruits at the back. With the limited knowledge from a few potted plants in the window sill I decided to venture. With my sister's help & knowledge I knew my dream is going to come true. The articles in the daily about pesticide laden vegetables and fruits and how to grow organic vegetables at home forced me to act fast.Went around looking for nurseries, shops selling gardening tools and other materials.Got a few plants from the nursery & vegetable saplings from the Govt outlet.Learned re-potting from my brother who has a green finger. My gardening started off with great enthusiasm,watering them daily , putting manure, repotting and what not.My joy knew no bounds seeing the buds bloom into flowers of different hues and varieties.
Slowly other things caught my fancy,like the kid who loses interest in a toy after a few days . My gardening got limited to watering once in a while . Seeing my gardening skills my sister took over,luckily for the plants.
After a few days of laziness I felt its high time I take care of the plants again.The coming holiday trips made me feel that I must spend more time with the plants before I leave.They too need my love and care . While watering I noticed weeds in the Tulsi bed & decided to work on it. Went inside happily seeing the neat patch and the exercise it gave me.Must make this a daily practice I felt.
My sister in her round in the garden saw my work and called out to me.I knew she is also happy seeing my contribution. But I knew something is wrong.In my enthusiasm to uproot the weeds I had pulled out the chilli saplings she had planted in between the Tulsi. I don't know whether to cry at my ignorance or laugh at my half baked knowledge of plants and gardening.
Awesome.Keep it coming when you reach Dilli as well.
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Good going! Keep writing!
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