I'm trying to grow a garden. We have a small plot of land under Aaron's bedroom window that I thought would be manageable. I kept it small - wanted to see how the plants did before I expanded. I have two tomato plants, two strawberries, two peppers, and a canteloupe. The canteloupe has already not survived. The strawberries are looking limp, the tomatoes are yellowing, but I still have hope for the peppers.

I'm trying not to be pessimistic - maybe hoping that if I have the faith to actually plant the garden, I will still be here when it is time to harvest. My faith is strong enough for that; however, I'm not sure my gardening skills are.


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