I come from a home of plant lovers and accidental plant killers. It seems we’ve always had a love/hate relationship with them…we love them, they die. They die so we hate them or they must hate us. You know. Through all this though mom never did quite give up, and she was actually excited to learn of a new challenge (insert urban agriculture class project) to see how I’d end up with a plant of my own, which was thankfully given to me at no expense. Dad was skeptical. Poor guy who owns this shirt just didn’t see the potential of the city.
Understandable if you’ve seen the dump I live in. But I love my dump. And I’ve come to love my plants. This is my story.
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