Planting the Seeds

The first step is now finished.  As a part of my new beginnings, I resolved to grow as much of my own food and herbs as is feasible.  I bought a seed starter kit and some seeds to start my herb garden.  Since I didn’t feel like painting today, it was obvious that this was the perfect day to plant the seeds. 

Taking the advice of a vendor in the garden department of the local hardware store,  I purchased some styrofoam cups punching holes in the bottom to allow for drainage; then, loaded them with dirt.  After dampening the dirt, the seeds were placed in marked cups in the tray.  They sit there now on a chrome shelving unit in front of the window and hope springs eternal that in a week or so little green seedlings poke through the dirt. 

I started with cilantro, parsley, basil, and lavender thinking that if they don’t grow then, I can buy the plants in springtime.  If they do grow, then peachy keen.  If they don’t, no big deal.  Then, why do this you may ask and I would answer that this is a test.  It has been decades since I last planted seeds, and only with the guidance of my husband who could grow anything. 

Anyway, this is my first solo venture and I don’t believe they will grow.  Leo had the touch;  Emma has the touch; on the other hand, my black thumb struggles to keep house plants alive.  It isn’t that I don’t love them, it’s just that I forget about them.  I get busy and involved in other things on the to-do-list.  Since the potting soil has fertilizer in it, the only thing I have to do is water them.  Guess that is something to add to the to-do-list along with getting paint off my hands. 

When the seedlings sprout, assuming they do, they will be transplanted to their own little cubby to grow bigger and stronger in preparation for their final planting outside or in pots.  This experiment or, as I prefer to call it, learning experience, is in preparation for the late January planting of tomato seeds which will then grow into tomato plants with my favorite kind of tomato.  That is all done with the dream of eating a fresh tomato sandwich this summer.  I can taste it now. 

There will be canning, freezing, and preserving galore here next summer, I hope.  Then, the following winter, the opening of all those fresh foods holding the scents of summer past.  Yes, it will be worth all the gardening effort supplemented with items from farmers markets.  Next summer’s crop will be small, but hope springs eternal that the garden will get a little bigger each year.

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