As you can see, just about everything from the first planting has sprouted. The spinach has almost outgrown its bounds and is well on its way to taking over the entire tray. (Time to plant it soon, I think.)
Nothing from the second planting (thyme, basil, summer savoury, eggplant and zucchini) has come up yet. I've taken to glaring at it and comparing it loudly with the other plants, hoping to shame it into growing.
If I wasn't sure before, I'm sure now: I planted too many tomato seeds too close together.
But I didn't think they'd all grow! Everybody kept telling me how hard tomatoes are! (Lies! All lies!) I'm going to have to go in there soon with a tiny spoon and transplant each single solitary sprout to its own pot, I'm afraid. Once I get more dirt.
Like the spinach, the pumpkin plants have decided it's too cool for this pot bullshit and are exploding in every conceivable direction. I'm definitely not going to be able to keep all of these, since apparently two plants take up two square feet of soil. So I guess Mum will get pumpkins this year.
Saturday (When This Thrice-Cursed Semester Is Over, Amen), the roomie, maelie and I are venturing to the garden centre for dirt, more seeds, more pots, balcony flowers, artemisiabrisol's flowers for the garden, and various balcony-planting-acoutrements.
And big hats.
Gardening. It's weirdly satisfying. Alas, we will probably not also be fighting crime while doing it, since neither of us has a horticulture degree (Arts majors both) or has been cast aside by cheating husbands, but you never know. Apparently the community garden has a vegetable-stealing problem. There could be adventure!
Okay - time to get ready for work. Then come home and work. And then Thursday, there will be leisure! That's my whole plan for the day! Sleeping, tea, gardening, and possibly sewing. (I need to make a start on maelie's dress soon or she'll be naked at that wedding.)