For Spring Equinox, we planted seeds. It was really beautiful. Also silly, because thyme seeds turn out to be borderline microscopic, and none of us could pick them up in order to plant them. Next year, back to peas.
Anyway, so I had these microscopic seeds sprinkled across the top of this mini-greenhouse kit, sitting in the window soaking up the sun.
Then cats happened.
Now I don’t know what to do. I cleaned up the dirt that was all over the kitchen counter, and I put as much of the loose dirt as possible into my rosemary plant. Some of the microscopic seeds might have gotten in there too, and might germinate. Or not. My loose plan is now to have rosemary bread in ritual in June instead of thyme bread.
But it does sort of feel like Mingo and Fanty have prevented spring from coming, the rat bastards. That’s Arthur’s new name for them: Bastards With Paws.
Its a delemma, got to have cats but they can’t be trusted!
Bastards with CLaws……..
One of my dogs gets upset when we’re gone for more than a few hours, and pees in vatrious places around the house, some quite hidden until days or weeks later. He never used to do it, but for some reason he started doing this about a year ago. We can crate him, but we hate to crate the one and leave the other one to roam free…. so we gate them both in the kitchen and then I end up cleaning the floor damned near every day…. and for some reason, even though I’m the one person in the house who want dogs, the one who has to clean it up….. Goddam pets…..