so my plants started to look, "not so good". little yellow leaves and deep purple stems. maybe some of us just aren't plant people. i took care of them and watered them and brushed them with my hands each day, like dad told me to. . . and i scoured pittsburgh and eventually found the fish emulsion . . . and spritzed them with it.
but, this weekend, worried that they would die, i planted them in the new garden. now, in retrospect, the logic behind this is slim. . . the nurse in me would never take a person who was looking ill and plunge them into a new environment and hope for healing. . . it's counterintuitive. but, with plants, i thought, maybe the REAL sun and soil and breeze and (chilly nights and potential frost hazards and a wee hail storm that occurred on Monday evening) might be just what my heirloom tomato plants needed.
I mean how hard can this be???? but today, when i got home from work, there was a Robin, perched very close to my basil . . . and i thought "uh oh, this is the end."
(i don't know how to turn the photos around on here. . . )
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