In the Dead Hydrangea Bucket


Last year I got a tomato plant from my friend Emelie. It was an indoor tomato and we had a great time together, men and that tomato plant. It gave me a total of eight delicious tomatoes.


Since me and that tomato plant had such a good time together, Emelie gave me another tomato plant this year. This plant needed a bigger pot though and I looked through my very limited pot supply and came up with the bucket that the previous owner of this apartment left on the balcony, containing a dead hydrangea, when they moved out in December. We have thrown the hydrangea away but kept the bucket. Now we could make good use of it.


I’ve said it before and I’m going to say it again, I do not like to get muck on my fingers. I don’t like them dirty of sticky. Dirt sadly has the little side effect of very often being dirty, which means I don’t do dirt. This in itself means that someone else has to handle the dirt. Luckily my mum has a garden and dirt and came to my rescue. I took the small pot with the plant and the bucket and biked over to my mum’s house. She helped me replant the tomato plant and home we went, me and my plant in the bicykle basket. So today, we had the first of what I hope will be many great times (and tomatoes) together, me and that plant.