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The morning glory Suffocates the cucumbers. But we don’t trim them.
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Garden variety privilege
The morning glory Suffocates the cucumbers. But we don’t trim them.
We tried some basic vegetables in our first ever backyard garden box. The cucumbers had promise until the morning glory quickly took over. The flowers are pretty so we let them, without much consideration towards the loss of potential food. Now, taking time to reflect on the loss I am thankful for the ability to make that choice. To prioritize esthetics over nutrition, frivolity over necessity is truly the mark of privilege and should be at very least noted; and at best worked at to equalize.
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Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
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