Thursday, April 26, 2012
It's true, I am tired of the basement seedling scene. It is a very contrived, idiotic situation to be sprouting plants in the darkest place you can find. But, OK, it does work. Time upstairs on the buffet by the North windows; time on the front porch, covered, with only east light; time on the back porch, in the weather and the western sun... and out they go. I did it on Sunday and it was hot as hell and they instantly flattened to earth in mourning for their lost spring. But I never worried. It is just what those little guys like out there now. Of course, too many cabbage starts, endive starts - because you can't pack them in and eat them young like the lettuces. What is the point of an escarole without the blanched heart?
A few house plants got a breath of fresh air. So needed. They start to feel so dirty in the house after a winter. The meyer lemon that has been hanging out green since Kiera gave me the little tree a month ago turned its bottom yellow in about four hours.
Posted by devon at 9:14 PM