Day 4 into my seed-starting experiment and my snarky comments have already come back to bite me in the ass.
I left Torrey for a weekend of bicycling in Moab and just received a phone call from Bob. He can barely surpress the delight in telling me the seeds have sprouted. All of them. Even the suspicious ones that probably were, indeed, five years old.
Looks like I'll be serving up my bitter words of suspicion and negativity with that salad of Romaine and radishes.
Bob has promised to send photos so I can post them.
Meanwhile, I'm happy to report that today it is Spring in Moab, and it looks like this:
Oh boy, oh boy - is she going to pay...
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