Growing Things

If you can remember back to second grade when you grew a bean sprout in a plastic bag with a wet paper towel, maybe you can remember the sheer amazement of seeing the white head poke out of the bean. You found it so magical that you checked it multiple times a day. Growing Seeds in a Bag and More

As an adult I still get that feeling, but living in the city with only a balcony as immediate access to the outside world and  'nature,' my growing possibilities are limited. However I am absolutely satisfied with my indoor plants (a banana tree and its offspring) and my indoor/outdoor potted herbs. 

I love to stick my nose in the herbs, take a big whiff and think, "wow, that smells just like basil!" It is pretty silly but I was only introduced to fresh herbs in my adult years and am still amazed that these things exist in nature and were not concocted in some factory. Anyway, I love to cook with the herbs and use them for tea all while knowing how healthy and organic they are. In addition to that, the fact that I grew something brings me a feeling of accomplishment and responsibility. I even get worried when my plants don't seem to be getting the right amount of sunlight or water. 

Maybe those are some nurturing mother instincts in me or maybe someday you will see me, the grumpy old woman shouting at little kids to stop playing ball on her lawn. In any case, growing things makes me feel good and I'm gonna keep doing it.