planting lettuces \o/

So I've held a longstanding grudge against gardening, which when I was a kid meant weeding endless rows of dusty and/or muddy dirt in the hot sun in the cult!farm garden, and thus a convenient synecdoche for epic boredom coupled with too much responsibility and not enough agency. Big old nope, now that I can choose what to do with my time. Mucca, though, has a garden (very useful when one lives umpty miles from a grocery store) and I keep vaguely meaning to wear away at aforesaid grudge or perhaps obtain better associations with the raising of plants, so that I can occasionally be helpful.

Today I transplanted lettuces! And it was fun. One flat of about two dozen plants, one bed of dirt, a spade, a choice of where to dig the holes to gently put said baby lettuces in, nobody hovering and telling me I was doin' it wrong: all added up to a very enjoyable half hour or so in the sun. I hope they are happy lettuces and grow well. I think I should like to do it again.

At this rate the visceral negative reaction to gardening may be gone in, oh, five years... :P

planting lettuces \o/

So I've held a longstanding grudge against gardening, which when I was a kid meant weeding endless rows of dusty and/or muddy dirt in the hot sun in the cult!farm garden, and thus a convenient synecdoche for epic boredom coupled with too much responsibility and not enough agency. Big old nope, now that I can choose what to do with my time. Mucca, though, has a garden (very useful when one lives umpty miles from a grocery store) and I keep vaguely meaning to wear away at aforesaid grudge or perhaps obtain better associations with the raising of plants, so that I can occasionally be helpful.

Today I transplanted lettuces! And it was fun. One flat of about two dozen plants, one bed of dirt, a spade, a choice of where to dig the holes to gently put said baby lettuces in, nobody hovering and telling me I was doin' it wrong: all added up to a very enjoyable half hour or so in the sun. I hope they are happy lettuces and grow well. I think I should like to do it again.

At this rate the visceral negative reaction to gardening may be gone in, oh, five years... :P

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