my pride & joy

Early this year I was called onto the Relief Society board in my ward over Provident Living. It was short lived. I was probably in less than 6 months before Primary sucked me back (I say that jokingly... I love Primary). But 6 months was the perfect amount of time to put a bee in my bonnet about such important things as food storage, emergency preparedness, and gardening. All of which I am naturally terrible at and completely uninterested in. So, this spring I planted my "garden". I live in a town home with no yard, so it's really 3 pots by my front porch. (Let me preface the rest of this by saying I kill plants. A lot. I love me some fake plants in my house, cuz the real thing just ain't gonna last. So this is a big deal).

Presenting...

Yeah, my first success. It turned into this... and it was mmm, mmm, good.

I really can't understand how this makes me so proud. I mean, I did grow 2 kids and this should pale in comparison. But I burst with pride when I look at these pictures. It's weird, I know.