For the second day in a row I'm bringing you a plant failure story. I hope this isn't a trend. But this is a different kind of failure.
Remember the jugs I planted with lettuce? That was 18 days ago, and they sprouted 14 days ago. What we have here is complete refusal to get true leaves.
They've had meticulous care, nice water level, brand new dirt from the store! I asked someone, and he thought maybe they wanted real sunshine.
I've been putting them outside during the day for a couple of days, but I think it's too late for these babies.
Sigh. I'm going away for the weekend, but I'll replant when I get home, assuming they'll be even more pathetic by then. Dead, probably. I'm kinda bummed about this.
Anyway, this weekend is the Michigan Outdoor Writer's Association Conference. By sleeping in a tent and only paying for the basic registration, I can afford to do this. So this afternoon, I cleaned out the car, and started getting stuff ready to take. Actually, I'm lying. I think I'm going to sleep in the car.
I made some progress writing in the morning, and did finish the mowing, and a few other odd tasks. I have to leave tomorrow, because I volunteered to lead a hike for the conference, and I need to hike it myself tomorrow to be sure I know what I'm doing, since I haven't been on that piece of trail for a while.
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