5/28/24 ~ up close of compost garden. Marigolds, Onions, Squash or Zucchini, Tomatoes

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5/28/24 ~ up close of compost garden. Marigolds, Onions, Squash or Zucchini, Tomatoes
5/28/24 ~ Compost garden update! So much variety growing from waste! + my Marshmallow root 😁
9.19.22 • 💚🌿🐝🌼
9.17.22 • I may not know what precisely is growing here in the compost garden, but it is growing amazingly well. 🌿
First, my problem was fixed by my dad, as always. Somebody may have been typing the wifi password wrong and that somebody might have a name that starts with a V and ends with an -alerie.
Ignoring my obvious shortcomings, one miiiiight be interested to know I've been tending the compost garden rather religiously the past week or so, ever since I suddenly remembered it sitting there in the furthest corner of the backyard. My mother started it over a year ago with scraps from the dinners she made, and it only really came to our attention when some strange melons and pumpkins started growing out of (what previously was) nowhere. Right now, that little patch boasts some tomatoes, green beans, and "green onions," which we forgot to pick while they were small and edible, so they've since become abnormally large, flowering plants. They're actually my least favorite and kind of freak me out whenever I'm churning the soil -- proportionally too big and belittling! You can see them in the photograph very clearly... they're the very large, grass-like plants with clusters of flowers that make huge spheres on top of them. I'd probably uproot them if I could just muster the courage to even poke at them. I feel like they're those things where if you touched them where/when they didn't want to be touched, the monstrous thing would just start growing toward unworldly heights just to spite you. Those things. Stuff nightmares are made of.