This is what we’ve been up to today. Lettuce, beans, carrots, melons, radishes, squash, tomatoes, swiss chard: All planted by my green-thumbed husband. (So by “we” I mean I was in the house napping while Eliot was working.) I think I’ve mentioned before that I have a black thumb. Before I gave up on houseplants, I’d bring them in, torture them for a while with love, and then let them die slowly. Which is why I am filled with dread by the lovely presents Eliot got me at the garden shop.
It’s supposed to be in the mid-80s tomorrow, so we were advised to get lettuce seedlings rather than try to start from seeds. “Welcome to San Antonio! We’re too hot for lettuce in February!” I think it’d make a nice city motto.
I am fighting off the illness that’s making its around town. I lay in bed this morning for a good while blowing my nose and feeling lousy. Then I got up and blew my nose some more. The lousy feeling lifted with the help of a Starbucks splurge, but I didn’t end up running until this afternoon. And I’ve still got a few miles and some weight lifting to tack on before I turn in. Happily Asa seems to be holding his own in the germ-filled house.
OK, gotta go help with some Lego building.