When I went to buy the potting soil and new pot for the sunflower seedlings this past weekend, I wandered by a rack of seed packets. Some of them were four for a dollar, and I considered throwing a bunch in my cart.
I stopped myself. I’m still wary of trying to grow from seed, and don’t really have the stomach for an elaborate seed-starting operation. Even when confronted with a ridiculous bargain, I’d still rather at least go with my plan to buy heirloom seeds instead of run-of-the-mill stuff from the hardware store.
Oh, yes. Barely a year in, and I’m already Ms. Snobby Snobberson about seeds. Go figure.
But I did pull a packet of mesclun off the rack, and, when I bought the sunflower seedling pot, bought a little oblong pot with the thought that I would at least start some salad in our kitchen. Maybe it will grow, maybe it won’t, but I thought I’d take the risk and see what happens.
If anything happens, I’m guessing it will be a teeny-weeny crop of baby lettuce that will make up about half a salad. But it’ll be a good salad. I’ve got a long enough memory to know that.