All my seedlings were outside for about a month now still in their cups and egg cartons. Probably not the best idea, since a big chunk of them didn't survive.
But amidst the survivors were these Long Bearer Tomato seeds that never worked before but magically sprouted in my ziplock bags. I really thought there were defunct. They've been growing nicely with the rain.
I've decided to build shallow planters for the salad greens and allow her to keep this as her plot. My daughter has gotten weird about veggies. She told me the other day that she no longer likes peas...information based on absolutely nothing other than a whim. I found this knowledge a little disconcerting since I planted a boat load of peas just for her.
So my thought tonight as I sat in front of my garden while my dog ran around barking at the night, is that maybe if I let her pick things to plant, things that she'd be responsible for, plants she could pick that I would tell her, if she grows it she has to eat it, that maybe we can get over that anti-vegetable phase.
With my luck she'll tell me, "No thank you," and decide to keep to a mound of dirt.
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