Friday morning, my last day of March Break, I heard an unusual noise. “What was that?” I asked. “Your greenhouse just fell over.
Damn. I had been so proud of myself for getting seed started. Almost the entire greenhouse was full of gonna-be starts.
Some miraculously survived. Peas that sowed themselves.
And some lettuce just starting to show their faces.
Yesterday was mostly about picking up the pieces; scooping dirt means seeds mixed. What sprouts may not match the marker. 2014 Garden is going to be interesting.