A week and a half ago I planted some seeds in coke cans and yogurt containers. I collected the soil from beside my front yard, the entrance to the jungle. The island where we live is obviously lush, the soil fertile, but I had no idea how fast my plants would grow. Last week I planted a few tomatoes, basil, cilantro (which, for whatever reason, is not growing at all), and peppers. Look at them! They’re huge! A week and a half old! Four inches tall! Maybe more!
Clive and I tried to dig a garden in the front yard, but it seems that mountain made from a volcano appears is VERY VERY rocky. Go figure. So, for now, I’m planting everything inside until it’s ready to transplant and Clive and I find the time to work at pulling rocks out of our grave-shaped and grave-sized patch of soil. If we leave it as is, we’re going to have inch-long carrots, not able to get any bigger because of the rocks in their way.
The other thing that I’m worried about are the cows that sometimes visit our front yard. It doesn’t happen very often, but I’m sure they’d be happy to find my peas and tomatoes to munch on. My only defense are all the hot peppers that I’m growing for Clive. I would hope that once they take a bite of those, they avoid my garden from then on.
Oh, and guess what? It’s still beautiful here.
