I have always wanted to be a writer. When I was 10, I wrote a fairytale about a prince on a quest to find a magical flower. I remember starting with great enthusiasm, which faded when I was around the midpoint. Then things became hard. The only thing that kept me returning to it was the fact that my classmates wanted me to enter a story contest on their behalf so we could win a trip to a theme park. I finished, and dutiful delivered it to my teacher. Thoroughly unrevised of course.
We didn’t go to the theme-park.
Because it’s probably boring if I type an entire post about the word “try” I livened it up with pictures of The Avocado Project. Here goes:
Step one ->
Buy an Avocado
Step two -> Eat an Avocado (sorry no pictures of this event)
Step three->Dry for a couple of days
Step four ->Put sticks into it so it can dip in water
Step five –eight
Wait, wait and wait some more. (think of ridiculous names for your plant to be.
Start over again (because cat thought Avocado Project was a ball)
Side note: I did not overestimate my avocado growing skills and had a plan B.
What have I learned up to this point? Well, for one thing that I’m not a supertalented avocado grower. I am not sure if they are upside down, or if that even matters. I also learned it’s not wise to put my avocado-in-process pots within the reach of my cats.
update: they didn’t grow because I kind of forgot about them.