Do other people not know what they should capitalize in these titles? Is it just me?
Anyway.
I managed to actually get out and buy gardening supplies and I successfully planted tomatoes, basil and forget-me-not seeds this weekend (in pots, in case you were curious. I can't afford a yard). Tomatoes and basil are my annual summer staples, but I just couldn't resist the forget-me-nots. I think they're the sweetest flower around and if it wasn't morbid I'd say I wanted them planted on my grave one day. Which I'm not saying because I'm not morbid, but if I WAS...
Hopefully, unlike previous years, the tomatoes and basil will actually grow and flourish and I might make back some of my investment in nice dinners. Either way, I love how both plants smell. They remind me of my childhood and my grandfather's wonderful garden. Every year I try to emulate and live up to that garden in my own little way, and I think if I live to be 90 the smell of fresh tomatoes will remind me of my grandfather.
I'll post pictures once things start sprouting. This year they will grow, I feel it...
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