Urban gardening. It has been a craze for quite some time now, but it intensified when the Enhanced Community Quarantine (ECQ) started last March. More than the fact that most of us didn’t have much to do, it’s the fear of not having food (or the need to save on what we could harvest at our little planters) that made this type of planting a trend in the metro.
I also tried planting. My little pots were bought months ago, but I wasn’t able to even as little as put soil in them. My hands were quite full.
I was able to start planting, though, mid-June due to curfew. Well curfew started way before but come second week of May, I couldn’t think of anything else to do past 8 pm, so plant.
I had a sack of soil Lalamove-d so I could plant those Ramgo seeds I had bought weeks before. I started planting around 3 am of June 10th.
Only one pot, however, showed signs of life after four days.
This was what it looked like after a day more:
And then it was gone after three days.
Was I sad…
Nanay, who I believe has green hands, were able to plant a number of vegetables but rats were her enemies.
She woke up one day to find out that her kang kong had no more leaves.
Below photos (with captions) were sent to me by my sister. Please forgive her suspicions and my Nanay’s blurry pics.
Because of that incident, Nanay had her malunggay taken at the loft’s sampayan (where she couldn’t go up to because of her osteo arthritis) to “live” with my (still empty) pots.
Here’s wishing this malunggay would thrive into a full blown