So often in human affairs, diametrically opposite propositions are equally true in the same time and place. For example: A man ought to know his limitations, and the sky is the limit.
Me, I have a black thumb. I know that. That's why, before I even grabbed a vial of habano seeds, I made sure that I had someone else who could grow them for me. That's knowing your limitations. My surrogate gardener sprouted I dunno how many seeds in a seventy two cup tray. That meant she had a whole bunch surplus. She encouraged me to grow some in the back yard. That's where the sky's the limit. Alas, she gave me 18 sprouts and I briskly proceeded to kill off all but eight. Didn't take long. A day or three. Then last Sunday, I put the remaining eight in the ground. By next morning I was down to six. Here's what a typical one of the six looks like:
Is that sad?
Yesterday, Mother Nature let loose her sky on my unlimit. By the time I got home, here's my baccy patch:
My Black Thumb is alive and well. My sotweed not so much.
Me, I have a black thumb. I know that. That's why, before I even grabbed a vial of habano seeds, I made sure that I had someone else who could grow them for me. That's knowing your limitations. My surrogate gardener sprouted I dunno how many seeds in a seventy two cup tray. That meant she had a whole bunch surplus. She encouraged me to grow some in the back yard. That's where the sky's the limit. Alas, she gave me 18 sprouts and I briskly proceeded to kill off all but eight. Didn't take long. A day or three. Then last Sunday, I put the remaining eight in the ground. By next morning I was down to six. Here's what a typical one of the six looks like:
Is that sad?
Yesterday, Mother Nature let loose her sky on my unlimit. By the time I got home, here's my baccy patch:
My Black Thumb is alive and well. My sotweed not so much.