I've wanted to grow things in my apartment for years. My whole apocalypse preparedness plan is contingent on being able to grow my own food. :-)
The problem is that I'm an apartment dweller that, for the past five years, has lived in a space with only a well-shaded balcony. I'm thrilled with the natural light that floods my new apartment every morning, and I'm finally taking the plunge and trying to grow something.
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This Saturday I sowed my tomato seeds and repotted this baby succulent. Now I just need to keep them alive. Seriously, I have whatever the opposite is of a green thumb. A coworker brought an aloe plant into the office for me, and I managed to kill that!
Maybe I've thought too much about this, but growing something from scratch and keeping it alive can be stressful! I worry it's not getting enough water and wind up with little muddy puddles. If I'm not worrying, then I tend to forget I have something alive, and it suffers from my neglect. No wonder I don't have kids!
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