I’m going to see the four-and-a-half-year-old tomorrow, and among the things I do not plan to share with her is the fact that I managed to kill the tube of space-age tomato seedlings that she and I started together.
A few days ago, I had the sinking realization that I hadn’t checked on the little tube in quite awhile. My focus had shifted from the garden in the tube to, well, the garden in the garden, and I’d never gone back in the closet.
I removed the tube, which, sadly, was now filled with a clump of unhappy little seedlings in a yellowing clump of goo. There was nothing to transplant…at least, nothing that would be any happier in the earth.
I probably have enough tomatoes in the ground, though, so it’ll be OK. But clearly I’m not ready to grow things in a spaceship. I clearly need to stick to Earth for now.