"Gardening is cheaper than therapy, and you get tomatoes!"
Well I have sucked at keeping this up.
So here's the nutshell of what's been going on: school, started up a candy shoppe on Etsy called Moon Bunny Sweets that was very successful but I didn't have time to properly maintain it, so I closed it, started a backyard botany experiment that has turned into therapy, doing random goofy things with Andre, school, turned 24, school, worrying about having a job, worrying about student loans, worrying about what the hell I'm going to do after I'm finished with this BS, worrying I"ll never get into vet school, confronting my caterpillar phobia by going within 2 inches of a tomato hornworm, playing with bunnies, buying too many shoes and a new slow cooker (which is infinitely better than my last), starting an orchid collection, school, tomatoes, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, turnips, mustard greens, coffee...................
I vowed that every time I worry about whether or not I'll get into vet school one day, I'll plant another seed in the garden. Which would explain why I have so many things growing in the backyard right now.....
Weirdly this garden adventure has spiked renewed interest in science; it's not that I wasn't interested, per say, it was just that I was getting tired of slogging thru things that didn't have any application to real life. Now I've got various houseplants and a bit of a vegetable jungle in the backyard.
I'm not old but my parents are getting older; watching them age sucks even though they really aren't old themselves. Where did the last five years go? Last ten? Granted, I passionately hated being 14, so I guess I really don't want to go back, but damn, how it flies so fast, how we grow so quickly. How I am becoming who I have always been and always wanted to be; how I am kind of sucking at reaching some goals but blowing others out of the water.
It's 11:15PM and I have to go back to giving a shit about things other than my blog. I am planning on posting some stuff on gardening and recipes and other fun things soon, though.
Life's a bitch, and then you die.
But at least there's coffee.
