Reading seed catalogs
on an eight degree morning,
how improbable they look,
those royal chantenay carrots,
those pink seashell cosmos,
those bright sugar snap peas,
so greenly dangling.
January 8, 2019 by Rosemerry
Reading seed catalogs
on an eight degree morning,
how improbable they look,
those royal chantenay carrots,
those pink seashell cosmos,
those bright sugar snap peas,
so greenly dangling.
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Oh yes. Me, I just started some microgreens that burnt to nothing in the hot sun of January.
poor microgreens! Try try again …