... Green things!

Goshdarnit, deathscytheheck, I just carried 40 pounds of dirt a mile uphill both ways yesterday and NOW I have to go get more!

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Also, my foxglove sprouted today. I'm incredibly happy, because it's supposed to be planted at the end of the season so it can sit around an think for a while, I guess, so I didn't expect it to come up. But now I will sing bits of the Hazards of Love to it to make it happy.

I promise eventually all this garden-related spam will trickle off, once everything is outside and it becomes a chore to water the ridiculous number of plants I will no doubt have if all these seeds come up. Three kinds of beans, onions, peas, a billion types of tomatoes, various and sundry greens, beets, carrots, mint, lemon balm, basil, poppies, foxglove, sunflowers... ... I think maybe I have a problem. But I can quit planting things any time. Really.

By mid-summer, I think I'll invite everyone over for salad. Which I promise won't contain foxglove.

Edit: ... I wonder how my landlord would feel about a cranberry bog.