I have a green thumb. According to my ex-husband, I have ten green fingers. Since marijuana has been legalized in many states, I have had several people ask me why I don’t grow pot. It has apparently become a most lucrative business. However; I have not the slightest desire to grow weed. I personally, do not like pot. It is not a very attractive plant and frankly, it stinks. I do not smoke it, eat it, or have anything to do with it. I have nothing against it, per se; I simply do not want or need it in my life.
I prefer creating bird and butterfly and pollinator habitats. I want to grow endless flowers – and herbs – plants that not only look pretty, but smell heavenly. I want to fill every room in my home with fresh flowers and when I am old, stand on the street corner to sale bouquets from my garden.
I have never been motivated by money. I need to love what I am doing. I garden because I love gardening. I doubt I will get rich from it, but I am rich in spirit. It is when I am content that I am prosperous. I am not content because I am prosperous. Those who have suggested that I grow pot are not gardeners. They don’t get it. I love writing, too. I hope (and believe) that my writing can provide me with financial abundance and financial security. I have no need to be a millionaire, but should I become one, I would use the money to create more habitats for all that has been taken from our native species.
I will continue to garden and grow those things that fill me with joy. If I could, I would plant a seed to grow into a true companion. He would love gardening, as well, and spend spare moments writing me love poems. He would love birds and trees and wildlife as much as I do. Most importantly, he would really “get” me.
