In anticipation of actually being home (and largely unemployed) for this gardening season, I've been spending a lot of time outside. Weeding. Cleaning. Pruning. Mulching. Planting. Watering. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
I waited SEVEN WHOLE DAYS before anything sprouted.
(No, patience is not a strength of mine.)
But now things are coming up all over. I am the proud mother of several onion and garlic sprouts, some friendly-looking bean plants, and a host of baby lettuces.
Sadly, there are too many baby lettuces, and some will have to go. I find this distressing, and keep putting off the dastardly deed. This morning, when I was watering them, they were all looking up with such hopeful faces, promising perfect salads.