C. J. Stegall-Evans
I am walking through Home Depot with blinders on trying to only buy enough supplies for the prototype of my latest invention (don’t ask). I am being very good until I spy a Topsy Turvy. A Topsy Turvy is an upside down gardening system.
If I can’t grow plants the regular way why on earth would I be able to grow them upside down? This is madness at its best. I try to walk away but at this point I am reading the package and become completely enthralled. I can see myself eating fresh tomatoes every day. I also look at several verities of tomato seeds; I am drawn to the Roma. I don’t buy any.
I get my Topsy Turvy home and think this is an impulse buy, and how quickly can I get it back to the store? I look at the monstrosity for a few more days and decide to keep it. I could attempt to grow tomatoes and if it does not work who would know; I know you won’t tell anyone.
However, I did tell my mother who is plant-lady-extraordinaire (Her house looks like a jungle and I’m expecting Tarzan to swoop in at any minute and scoop her up) about my wild idea and she reminded me of what I always tell others, “Your words have power.”
She suggested I call myself a “plant grower” rather than a plant killer. I have noticed the older my parents get the wiser they become, funny, I remember them being dumb as rocks when I was a teen. But I must admit I was a lot smarter as a teen than I will ever be at any given point in my life.
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