We finally got our seeds planted this week, only a month or two behind everyone else. I didn’t take a picture of the garden because it looks just like this, but with dirt in it. The seeds are under the dirt. At least, that’s where they were before the squirrels started digging around in there. They can outsmart the most cunning squirrel-proof bird feeders, even gnaw their way through sheets of metal to get into our walls, but they can’t remember if they buried nuts in the dirt pile that’s only been around for a week.
Here’s what we planted: carrots, lettuce, radishes, Swiss chard, and arugula (we’re waiting on the zucchini because I’m trying my mom’s seed germination trick). As you can see, I picked the easiest things to grow to ensure a high probability of success. If I’m lucky, I’ll end up with a bountiful supply of the most boring vegetables in the supermarket. Then, I suppose, my salad intake will have to increase by 3,000 percent. I really didn’t think this through.
Anyway, it’s been two days since the seeds went in. What the hell is taking so long?