All grown out and nowhere to go.
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The peas have germinated. All five hundred and fifty two of them. And not only germinated, either. Their roots are probably near halfan inch long, and getting longer as I watch and worry.
Because of course there was a snowstorm on the day I had pegged for planting the things. And not only a snowstorm, but a week of sub-freezing temperatures to boot. So the bed is unprepared – it’s got a whole winter’s worth of weeds crowding in there, eating up all the lovely compost I tilled in last fall and thriving away. I just couldn’t manage to convince myself to head outside and work it in weather like this. Oh well, tomorrow’s the day! I’ve got a few hours between work and dance class. I’m going to head over there and get a bit of frostbite in the name of a good cause, praying to the Nature Gods that the temperature shock doesn’t just kill the poor things straight off. |