So after the carrot sprinkling debacle I opened my next pouch of seeds, and a choir of angels came down from heaven and began to sing Hallelujah. Well, not quite. But I think I did a little happy dance in my parking lot. Anyway, seeing the pea seeds was like a gift from heaven. I was so careful with them, placing them one by one in little rows and sections. I felt like a real gardener. Then the bean seeds were the same, and I was on an anal-retentive, perfect row high. The spinach seeds weren’t as user friendly, but I tried really hard to get them into rows as well. My main concern with this box is the plants’ proximity to each other. I bought bamboo rods for the peas and beans, but I’m afraid the plants are all going to squeeze each other out. I’m going to have my own season of Survivor right in my Earthbox. I guess I’ll have to wait and see who reigns supreme.
Maybe I was just tired from my laborious row planting, or maybe it was my laziness coming back to me, but whatever caused it, I went back to my old sprinkling ways when I got to my herb box. They’re herbs, they’ll be fine, right?
Last year I transplanted everything I grew from a friend’s garden, there weren’t any seeds involved. It was so instantly gratifying, to be able to pick basil the day I planted it. But now, at the end of my (three part!) planting process, my boxes look exactly like they did when I filled them with compost. I know gardening is supposed to be satisfying, but this just felt like thankless work. Oh well, I have to go water my containers now, we’ll see if anything grows!