My daughter and I have been researching our (her) heritage. It's interesting that my entire family--all the way back to the late 1700s--grew up in the same part of the state I live in now.
They were also farmers.
All of them.
Now, I tend toward the belief that we carry our ancestors with us (in both DNA and spirit).
So why do I kill Every. Plant. I've. Ever. Owned?
Do you know what would happen if I had to rely on farming to pay the bills?
ALL of civilization would die.
So thank you, farmers.
And thank you, ancestors. For the Grit. Determination. Can't really explain how I managed to kill a CACTUS that one time, but whatever.
P.S. My daughter grew daisies on the porch last summer. They were beautiful. I wasn't allowed to touch them. :D
P.P.S. We came from Scotland, by the way. But I'm mostly just North Carolinian. ;)