This spring–and, admittedly, my impending marriage–brought out my green thumb. The prospect of moving this summer to an apartment that will probably have fewer windows makes me want more green in my house.
Much to Greg and Chris’s amusement, I’m planting almost everything I get my hands on:
- a peach pit (planted before winter in the hopes of a spring sprout that hasn’t come),
- cilantro (from packaged seeds),
- basil (also from packaged seeds),
- tomatoes (packaged seeds),
- garlic cloves (unused in a risotto dinner),
- orange seeds (from a late-night snack), and
- a green onion (unused from a frittata meal)
This is all in addition to my two trusty cacti (a saguaro and a tephrocactus articulatus). Seventy-plus years until the first saguaro arm!
The pots and cans are covering our tall “bar” counter, fireplace mantle, and encroaching onto the stand where we keep movies and games.