A Watched Seed Never Sprouts
Take 52 Week #33: Drama
There is a small-scale soap-opera unfolding on my front porch.
Since planting a batch of seeds a couple of weeks ago, I have gone out daily searching for little green buds. It’s been very warm here the last few weeks, perfect for nurturing future plants. First the Rosemary came up. A few days later the Dill. Basil and Cilantro soon followed suit. But one pot remained empty – the jalapeños.
This morning I poked around the soil and wondered if I was asking too much. My daughter saw me eyeing the dirt longingly and with pity in her eyes asked me, “Anything yet, Mom?”. I wasn’t holding my breath.
But what a difference a day makes. A gorgeous +29°C and sunshine-filled day proved to be the perfect incubator. When we returned home this evening, to my utter delight these little jalapeño embryos awaited me.
I know it’s a long shot. Even when I move them indoors, asking something to thrive in the dead of winter is a tall order. But I have high hopes for a small spark of heat when the snow flies. Call me cautiously optimistic.
As the lazy, hazy days of summer dwindle, this is all the drama I can manage.
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