My first seed experiment of the year is not…I repeat, not…an unqualified success.
I realize that’s a double-negative, folks, and that there are grammar teachers out there writhing like a wounded tomato hornworm right now, but I can’t help it. This early-season venture into planting has left me feeling more than just negative in the singular sense. I’m doubly, maybe triply negative about it.
Instead of little, lovely leaves of lettuce, I have some scraggly little stalks of things that don’t resemble anything I’ve ever seen in the mesclun section of the store. I have a number of dead scraggly stalks, as well as a live stalk or four. But nothing lettuce-y, and certainly nothing edible.
I still have a bunch of these seeds which, if I ever believe the weather has warmed up for good, I will plant outside in the ground and see what happens. But I think I’m done trying to grow things in my house, at least for the moment.