I’m hoping that one of the things that will bring me joy in 2021 (maybe beyond) is growing things. I’m starting small with some herbs from a kit that my main squeeze got me for Christmas. I also got a little five gallon compost bin to start making dirt (insert a shrug emoji here). I also ordered a mini greenhouse. And more seeds. And some of those dirt cakes. Wow, growing things sure does amplify my lack of patience. I grew up around gardens, and I’ve helped with multiple gardens as an adult, but I’ve never done this by myself. All I want is my seed babies to sprout. The booklet said three days. It has been seven days. I just stare at the dirt wanting to be present when the first bit of plant pushes through. Please plant gods, let it be today! Stay tuned…
