To Be . . . Harvested?
This post may not be about books, but it is another challenge I am doing in the spirit of my TBR Promise and because of my commitment to close as many things as I can this year. You may remember that my bookcase does not just hold books to be read, but also some seeds to be planted.
I blame Sheila. =P It is frankly irresponsible to encourage people to start gardening by comparing it to gambling. They might, you know, plant seeds or something. Especially if you tell them that all the geography they need is a south-facing window.
What I have is a south-facing "ledge," pictured here at around 11:00 am--and snapped at that crazy angle for a reason.
I wanted to show off not just how much sun it gets but also how high up my family's apartment is. The bottom of the picture shows the waist-high rail on the inner wall, which keeps us from stepping too close to the outer wall. The very rail I had to climb over when my attempts to set my rectangular "pot" on the floor of the "ledge" resulted in half the soil spilling out of it.
Apparently, I can resist the crowded gaming tables and the noisy slot machines, but turn into a dopamine junkie when it comes to taking risks for seeds.
The second picture was taken around 1:30 pm. The soil looks that way because it's really hard to water gently and evenly when all you have a coffee mug and you are once more jackknifed over the rail. I soon figured out that I had to fill several coffee mugs at one time, set them on the table next to the inner wall, climb over the wall again, and stand in the ledge to water the soil.
In case you wondering, Stilwell, it's the New Zealand spinach. I didn't do my research until after I had done the work (So typical . . .), so I wasn't able to soak the seeds overnight to speed up germination. Oh, yeah, and the soil spilling out and having to be scooped back into the "pot" probably means that the seeds aren't as close to the surface as one would hope.
It has occurred to me--belatedly, once more--that it might have been better first to plant the seeds in an old egg carton and then to transplant any little seedlings into a bigger pot.
So I'll try that with my next lottery tickets, the flat leaf parsley and the catnip. =P (Can humans eat catnip, Stilwell?)
But first I'll need to get some crates so that my little garden can sit a bit higher on the ledge than that.