Now that it is finally getting warmer, I can see just what kind of damage shockwaves this whole “I want to garden like a cracked out Martha Stewart” episode has caused. Other than the obvious massive FAIL at my first attempt of sprouting seeds, of course.

(I was briefly rewarded with some lovely seedlings from the green beans and the broccoli until they inexplicably fell over and grew mold. Overnight.)

We have now moved onto SEEDS 2.0! THE RECKONING! Only in smaller batches because I used almost all of my little dirt disk thingies and have not yet been back to the store for more. There are also random plastic baggies littering my counter. Something about germinating the seeds before burying them in dirt? I think it looks like college but with less pot. Lilly thinks it’s Disneyworld.

Something occurred to me last night. A potential flaw in the great gardening plan of 2010. A very basic part of my psyche that I have possibly overlooked. As Patrick pointed out to me so kindly last night while I was swatting away bugs and trying not to step in dirt. Gardening? Takes place outside. In NATURE. And I have very specific feelings about OUTSIDE and NATURE. Feelings that are best summed up by a refrigerator magnet that I’ve had for about 10 years now…

“I’m outdoorsy in that I like getting drunk on patios”.

Regardless of that stance though, this gardening thing is going to happen. I have a very large wooden box in my backyard that says so. (A large box that Patrick very awesomely built while in the midst of preparing for a half marathon. Because he is wonderful and crafty and has SKILLZ) And it was my idea so dammit, I’m excited. (I AM excited… but more about the concept of grocery shopping for fresh herbs and vegetables in my own backyard than I am about the actual… GARDENING and LABOR and WORK and DIRT)

But in spite of my very clear feelings about nature and getting dirty and outdoors in general, I’m looking forward to this. I’ve failed once at seeds already but that will NOT deter me! I SHALL GARDEN! I SHALL GROW FOOD! And then? I’ll pick (gather? harvest? collect?) it from the garden while wearing a cute hat. Hats are an essential part of gardening, right? OH! I need a good basket too! Fresh garden-y things should go in a basket…

Also? Archie wonders what these weird dirty sticks with metal crap on the ends are for. Sadly, I cannot help him as all I know is that they are too large to be pedicure tools…