Today marks day 8 since I excitedly poured growing medium (which ended up being straight dirt, since my bag of peat went missing) into an 18-egg carton, got the whole thing wet, and giddily poked vegetable seeds into their assigned cups.
(Really. I even drew myself a diagram for reference and stuck it on the fridge. I am excited about the possibility of having a vegetable garden, let me tell you. I am so excited, in fact, that I had to sit myself down and stop myself from getting carried away with Goals for the year (let’s remember, after all, that I also have a wedding to plan here) and made myself write out a five-year plan, the main purpose of which was to restrict me to 5 vegetables for this year. FIVE. Do you know how hard that narrowing process was? Naturally I cheated by not counting herbs. What?)
As of this writing, only one of the 5 types of veggies I planted appears to have sprouted: the “Golden Teepee” Dwarf Bean.
This isn’t entirely bad; after all, The Boy is a self-professed lover of wax beans. In spite of that, however, I am worried, and a little disappointed.
I know I shouldn’t be. (Yet.)
Four out of the five seed packets include no information whatsoever as to germination time, but I’m assuming the standard “7-14 days” holds true. It having now been 8 days, I am naturally convinced that all the non-sprouty pods of the egg carton are Doomed. Happily, I can not compulsively start another tray until we finish the next carton of eggs, and even if I bake all the scones I’ve been thinking about all week, we’d still likely be left with a good half dozen or more.
(If I made a brioche though… hmm…)
In the meantime, I’ll move on to another springtime woe: my pear tree. Any tree experts out there? Check this out:
I know it’s still early, and a little frosty, but shouldn’t there be some small sign of budding? I’d like to think the little tips there are buds, but I’m pretty sure those were there when winter hit. Once again, I am plunged into morbid thoughts about my poor little tree (although admittedly this time there isn’t anything an egg carton and some extra dirt can fix).
This is probably just a result of the overly rainy weather. Aside from giving me a good excuse for not raking up all the pine cones and thatch on the lawn, it’s meant possibly a little too much time inside over-scrutinizing everything with no proper channel for all my springtime energy.
Clearly the best solution is for me to go torment cuddle the cats instead.
(But really, if you can tell if there’s hope for the tree, let me know? It’s not keeping me up at night… yet. It might if it keeps raining, though.)