This is the third year i've been growing food on the balcony, and the heat on it has not diminished because of the uninhabited soil in the foam box, which i worked so hard to get from the great buddha mountain。
People tend to cherish what is hard to come, and so do people。
The limited space on the balcony and the limited size of the foam box basically determine that the size of my food can only be mini-sized, but it is also in line with my mentality of growing flowers。
The past two years have seen little fruit for tomatoes and peppers, but tomatoes' yellow flowers and pepper's white flowers have spared no effort to dress up as the balcony of my summer, which is not in vain。
What do you want to grow this year? I've decided to plant the vegetables。
What a nice name。
And it's the right size, so if you can grow, you can eat, you don't have to wait like tomatoes and peppers for flowers, and they don't always work。
So, my mom brought me the raw seed from home. The seed is so small, it's smaller than sesame pellets, it's so light in the hand that it can blow away。
Unlike tomato peppers, growing raw vegetables, which are grown from seeds rather than from a market, can be produced from a more primitive state of life。
When dark, dusty seeds are buried in soil close to its colour, it is difficult to find them. In addition to watering the water five times apart, the rest is given in time。
However, as in the process of waiting, the days have continued, and from time to time such events have occurred, filled with the corners of life. It was therefore easy to forget that there were buried seeds in the soil, and it was not until one day that the black soil had been reminiscent of a hidden green。
Yeah, even under the ground, where we can't see it, it never stops growing to break through mud。
Once the soil breaks out, it grows fast, especially in the first days, almost every day, like a newborn baby, which seems to be growing at a rate that can be seen in the eyes of the flesh, until it is full of foam boxes, green oils and leaves that are so soft as silk。
Two months later, the vegetables planted on the balcony reached the harvest season。
Because of the fact that she has not been fatter, and the water is entirely dependent on the mood of her daughter, even though at first glance she looks depressed, she does not grow a single one, and is clearly malnourished. Still, i'm so happy to be like this。
It's so natural, it's clean, i've never been able to eat it, and i'm waiting for my mom to come and share it with me and then i'm currying at her. I didn't know my mom was "disgusting" and "joke" me。
"that's not enough for my teeth?"
"mom, your teeth are so big! The elephant's teeth are so big."
"that's so small, i've planted a lot more of those at home."
Well, it's a "fifty laughter," and she's a little bit bigger downstairs than my foam box, so the same seed can grow a strong veggie, unlike my weak wind, and benefit from plenty of sunlight and nature's wind, in addition to her elaborate service。
My mother is really my mother, but do you have a girl like that? “more distinct granite at the angles will also be eroded into pebbles by relentless years.” i don't know when i remember that harsh mother missing, but there was much more humor and mercy。
She said she was happy。
Any raw vegetables bought on the market are more beautiful than those of me, but i have a unique love for this tree. Probably because i saw it grow, saw where it came from, so i got to know it。
As zhang xiaofeng said, “we were moved by seeing the whole incident before me, because it was first-hand experience.” “whatever happens, it's always moving to be personally involved.”
