Global heating! I guess this is what it feels like.
Because our apartment is on the topfloor and it is warm here, I worried about my plants when we went away on our vacation. The lady who was put in charge of watering the plants did little to calm my fears. "I am not really that good with plants", she said.
I gave her a smile and then I tried to find someone else to take care of the plants. I tried a few other people, but she turned out to be the only one who could do it.
When I left the house, I took a picture of my baby cucumber, gave it a kiss ... well almost ... and then said my goodbyes. I was very attached to it, since my other cucumbers had committed some sort of mass suicide. *Sigh* I am not ready to talk about it yet. It was ugly!
So here is my baby cucumber.
Awwww! Look at how sweet that looks.
Can I be honest? If I could I would have brought my plant with me on vacation. Yes, our relationship is that sick.
Anyway, after a week of sweating, sunbathing, and appreciating the airconditioning of the rental car, I honestly didn't think my cucumber had made it. Let alone any of the other plants.
I told myself it would be okay to shed a little tear if any of the plants had died. Oh dear, how I wish that sentence was an exaggeration, but it's not. This is the truth.
So when I walked in the door I was a little surprised when I saw this ...
My baby is all grown up!
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