The seeds have been sitting downstairs for a little over a week now. And they’re growing. It brings me hope that maybe the Winter is nearly over.
It’s mid-March. The official start of spring is but a few days away. (Though I’ll believe it when I see it.)
I want it to be spring – and summer – pretty badly. I don’t think there’s enough lotion in the world to make my poor dry skin feel good again. I welcome humidity. And thunderstorms. And mud.
In a burst of what may be misguided optimism, I decided to start some seeds last night. Continue reading