This Sunday I planted, or rather transplanted some basil and two tomato plants into bigger pots. I have no idea what I’m doing and while putting the soil in the pot I noticed a small rolly polly frantically running for its life and got a little grossed out. When did I get so squeamish? I used to like to stick my feet in mud. I’d like to have a vegetable garden one day but maybe I should see if I am able to keep these guys alive. I also got these two tall plants that I think can withstand winter weather. I think?
This is the first time in a while I’ve tried to keep anything besides myself alive. I hope the best for you my plant friends. I will do my best. I promise.