The Dirt on Why I’m Fostering Plants
By: L.B. Lewis
It’s me, L.B. Lewis, about to confess I’m really not cool in Los Angeles.
You may have seen my last posts: Driving at Night, How I Almost Bought What I Donated, and Get Ready with Me & My Dirty Dishes.
And, you may have wondered, after all that, who lives in LA without a car?
It’s me, L.B. Lewis, car-less in LA.
This was precisely the issue when I tried to foster a dog. I was turned down because having a car was a requirement to take the dog to vet visits and adoption days.
Then, early in March, I saw a tiny ad in a local free newspaper to foster plants.
But, who in LA would be responsible enough to grow seeds and take them back in a month?
It’s me, L.B. Lewis, because I was determined to take care of something.
So, I took the bus to pick up my new plants.
I chose a plastic six pack that was filled with dirt for me by the staff.
Then, I picked bean seeds because I remembered my Grandma’s fresh beans from her garden, made a hole with my finger then added the seeds.
