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. The hope is that by mid-May, when the greatest danger of late-season frost is past, these little plants will be big and strong enough to go outside.
I went into the basement and pulled out my old seed starting supplies, bought some new seed starter medium at the homer store, and I got started.
I had to take a brief break to watch Cosmos, and when I came back to sewing seeds, I had to plant some cosmos.
In all, I planted four trays worth of seeds, then took them back down into the basement, where I have a heating pad and grow-light set-up.
Now the waiting begins. Most will germinate in the next few weeks. I hope.
I’ll keep you posted!