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Green Thumb and Things

I’m a country girl at heart. What was that? Noooo! There’s a difference between being a villager and being a country girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a villager… Sigh. This is quickly degenerating to a both-feet-in-her-mouth moment, isn’t it? Moving on swiftly. I have been told that I have the opposite of a green thumb. Apparently this would explain why I have had to cook my vegetables soon as I buy them or else they just wither and die.

But where does the country girl thing come in? You ask. I am tired of the city life and I’m toying with the idea of moving to the farm. Always loved the idea of living in a farm. I need practice though. That plus I need to convince mother I was made for the farm. She doesn’t believe I can survive a night alone in a farm. See, there’s this piece of arable land, that is right outside my bedroom window. I live on the ground floor. I suspect no one will let me room on any floor higher than the ground. Technically, this means that the tiny piece of land (3metres by 3metres) that has flowers belongs to me, no? I’ll just be claiming it anyway. Not grabbing, just claiming. What I’m I going to do with the flowers? I have an elaborate plan.

There was once I slept walked. Long story. I’m thinking of using the experience from that event to pull off a ‘flower mutilation’ plot. I wake up at exactly half midnight, start yelling, pull out flowers, stomp around a little and head back to bed. With the right theatrics, should take me exactly 7 minutes. Add 6 minutes for incidentals and one or two inspired ‘wing-it’ moments. In the morning, I wake up with the solemnest face ever (you have not seen that face my friends…) and profusely apologize. Offer to plant vegetables and water them daily in place of the flowers. See! No bloodshed necessary.

Should the vegetables, consisting mainly kales, a tomato or two and a smattering of onions (the land is not exactly a ranch) wither, then we can conclude, with finality, I have the opposite of a green thumb, and we can move on to rearing a cow and probably 2 chickens. I’m not sure how I’ll pull this one off, but my front yard is large enough. I just need to handle landlord issues. Perhaps offer him a quart of milk and an egg every morning? Convince the guy that livestock on any front yard gives the property a touch of life? BUT. Should success arise from the said farm, then I’ll have me a nice kitchen (technically bedroom) garden. I am intent on showing the world that I really I’m a country girl and I urgently need to own a piece of land that I can call mine. Wish me luck.

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4 responses

  1. I must confess that deep down I really want to live in the country and rear chicken but what do I know about farms having been brought up in the big bad city?

    February 21, 2011 at 2:37 pm

    • carolkmail

      I was brought up in semi-farm. Meaning a small town. So I know a little about farms. For me the pull to the farm is so strong I really think that’s where my heart lies. Besides, how hard can it be? Throw seeds in the ground, collect eggs in the morning, milk a little 😀 For the fresh air, I can learn things!

      February 21, 2011 at 5:09 pm

  2. Paw

    Please please try the farm thing, this post is too awesome not to at least try it out, I promise I’ll buy at least a quart of milk.

    April 3, 2011 at 9:55 am

    • carolkmail

      A quart? Gee thanks! Least I can buy 2 blades of grass from the proceeds! The cow will appreciate. 😀 I’ll definitely try it out. Catch up on how it goes? 🙂

      April 3, 2011 at 10:01 am

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