must be near - I'm starting to get interested again.
I didn't pine for the garden this year - not like the past three. I wasn't out there on the lot, putzing around when we had mild days . . . didn't even fuss a whole lot with the stuff I had indoors.
But . . . these past few days I have been ambling into the office, carrying pots back to the sink here in the apartment.
Today, for instance - I intend to take one of the pots of 'I don't know what' from the window sill -something that disappeared back into the soil all on its own - and try to revive it. Here's my plan . . .
The last three days worth of tea bags are sitting in a bowl on the nuker - instead of letting them mold, in the hopes that some mad scientist will want them for lab research, I'm going to use them.
So . . . my intention:
To remove the top layer of soil from that 'whateveritis', inspect the rest of it and grasp whatever root is there;
To re-pot the soil, after having lovingly tossled it a bit with my two bare hands, then sprinkling two bags of tea over that;
To replace the said top layer, then cover with remaining soil;
To water, then place it under the florescent lamp on the desk;
To keep it moist until I see something green.
Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum . . .
The graphic is called 'Cool Dude'. It's one of my better half's collections - don't know where he collected it.