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Cultivating Envy

It's almost spring and my inner gardener is unfurling in sync with the baby leaves emerging from the bulbs I set last fall. I made a cold frame a few weekends ago in anticipation of the heirloom tomatoes I'll be growing this year. As a compromise with myself. See, I caught myself fixated on greenhouses. I put several on my eBay watchlist--and then threw some onto my amazon.com shopping cart. Then, a friend/spoilsport pointed out that I am in SoCal and one of the things that make the ridiculous mortgages around here worthwhile is the climate. True that. Okay, fine. No greenhouse. But I still wanted some sort of shelter for nurturing tender seedlings into robust, compost-devouring, fruit-spewing monsters. Hence the PVC pipe and heavy-guage plastic sheet contraption that I declare to be a cold frame.


So tonight, after dinner--and because our dog wanted to run about in the backyard--I hauled out a bag of potting soil, some organic fertilizer pellets and several empty seedling six-packs. I made tiny little plant tags for basil, fennel, dill, two varieties of passiflora, green zinnia ('Envy' says the seed packet), and 'Bells of Ireland' (for St. Paddy's Day), and soon had seedlings-to-be settled cozily in the cold frame. Just not soon enough for our dog, who ditched me in the name of indoor comfort.


Just for that, I am posting a photo of the traitorous defector:

Chewiee, a.k.a 'The Chewster', 'Chewiee Kablooey', and 'NOOO!'

Here Goes...

For years now, people have been asking how to get to my blog. I never really had one. At least one that got beyond an absurdist title. So yay! You have before you very eyes, my first blog post.

Of sorts.

KTHXBAI!