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Feb. 1st, 2006 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Was sitting in kitchen when mailman began to attempt to wedge something through mail slot. Always feel a little funny about that sort of thing, as I grew up in a world foreign to mail slots. (On Rural Postal Routes, the mailman doesn't get out of the car, much less come over and open your kitchen door and fling shit through it.)
So I sat, several feet away, and waited patiently while he wedged the package into the slot. Finally he was satisfied and left. I waited until I was sure he was gone, as I find it so awkward to open my kitchen door to a man in the midst of molesting it, and went over to see what it was.
Ha ha! My Burpee seed order has arrived.
So I've just spent an hour in the basement planting violas and strawberries in those little black plastic seed tray things I never threw out from last year. I am such a green-thumb whiz kid. I wound up with more than would fit easily in the space I'd allotted them on the Starting Table, and so I brought some up and have them in the kitchen windowsill. We'll see which is a more favorable environment.
Someone-who-I-won't-specify-for-legal-reasons helpfully mailed me some pot seeds from her dorm, but forgot that the stamp-canceller is rather hard on envelopes, and so I got a tiny little wax-paper envelope of powder wrapped in an exceedingly cheerful and somewhat illegible letter. I think I'll stick to legal plants for now: that must be an omen. The letter remains on my desk and frequently cheers me up. Not that i need cheering. But, for future reference: mail seeds in something padded.
Strawberry and viola seeds both are so God-damned tiny it's nearly impossible to plant them singly. Now I have to wait 12-21 days to find out whether I screwed up at all. Around that time I ought to be starting my peppers and foxgloves. Am so excited. Wheee!!
I need a) a bigger, warmer basement, and b) a bigger yard. If all goes poorly I shall be upset, but if all goes well I'll have about thirty strawberry plants, and I don't know where on earth I'll put them.
In other news I am attempting to psych myself up to go jogging again. I need strength for this task.
So I sat, several feet away, and waited patiently while he wedged the package into the slot. Finally he was satisfied and left. I waited until I was sure he was gone, as I find it so awkward to open my kitchen door to a man in the midst of molesting it, and went over to see what it was.
Ha ha! My Burpee seed order has arrived.
So I've just spent an hour in the basement planting violas and strawberries in those little black plastic seed tray things I never threw out from last year. I am such a green-thumb whiz kid. I wound up with more than would fit easily in the space I'd allotted them on the Starting Table, and so I brought some up and have them in the kitchen windowsill. We'll see which is a more favorable environment.
Someone-who-I-won't-specify-for-legal-reasons helpfully mailed me some pot seeds from her dorm, but forgot that the stamp-canceller is rather hard on envelopes, and so I got a tiny little wax-paper envelope of powder wrapped in an exceedingly cheerful and somewhat illegible letter. I think I'll stick to legal plants for now: that must be an omen. The letter remains on my desk and frequently cheers me up. Not that i need cheering. But, for future reference: mail seeds in something padded.
Strawberry and viola seeds both are so God-damned tiny it's nearly impossible to plant them singly. Now I have to wait 12-21 days to find out whether I screwed up at all. Around that time I ought to be starting my peppers and foxgloves. Am so excited. Wheee!!
I need a) a bigger, warmer basement, and b) a bigger yard. If all goes poorly I shall be upset, but if all goes well I'll have about thirty strawberry plants, and I don't know where on earth I'll put them.
In other news I am attempting to psych myself up to go jogging again. I need strength for this task.
