The Seeds

Sunday, April 16th.  We plant the seedlings.

We did a little tweaking on the garden plans and drew ourselves a map - this is so we would remember into which cubbie we planted each seed.  After all that planning, we weren't about to toss the seeds into our indoor planters without knowing which was which, right?  So, we drew ourselves a map (or plan-o-gram, if you will) and started planting.  Frankly, it was a little anti-climactic.  Really, the most exciting thing was adding water to the compressed soil pellets they gave us for each cubbie.  A few drops of warm water and these suckers started to rise like leavened bread on fast-forward.  Cool.  And just a little creepy.

Anyway, we stuck the seeds into the soil, watered them, and covered them with a clear, plastic cover.  Big deal, we now have 108 cubbies of dirt.  Yawn.  What's next?

(See, that's the problem with our generation - and I'm including myself in this group - we want everything to happen in an instant.  We get FAST food at a restaurant, we can microwave our meals in seconds, we save for nothing because we can buy on credit, we have information at our fingertips, we can talk to people whenever, wherever, and however we want, we text rather than write, and why waste time typing entire words when acronyms will do?  Our planes go faster, our cars go faster, our children have traded in their bikes for motorized scooters, even our parents have traded in their walkers for electric get-abouts.  No wonder the idea of actually growing our own food is both intriguing and frustrating.)