Monday, July 26, 2010
The secret garden
Apologies for weighing in so sporadically! I am in the middle of another book push as I put it, sending out letters, working stuff out. There are still a few people I am trying to track down plus the book is up to 700-some pages and I am doing major editing.
Sorry but this is what it is like when you are writing about a kingpin pianist like Leonard Pennario! It is not as if you can turn this thing around in two days. Plus over the weekend I had to take my mom to "Amadeus" and go to the Philharmonic's concert Friday. So much to do and I never catch up.
On top of this there is my secret garden.
Today I woke up and went downstairs and one of the first thoughts I had was, I have to water it!
The secret garden is on the kitchen counter. I bought it Saturday when I went garage-saleing with my mom.
It is a Sprout Garden!
The Sprout Garden cost me $1. That was what it was marked and I thought it was a fair price so I shelled out for it. My mother looked on in quiet disapproval. She believes in bargaining just on principle. It was late in the day and people were shutting down and I know my mom would have felt better about my Sprout Garden if I had talked it down to, say, 75 cents.
But already I have gotten a lot of entertainment for my $1.
I came home and set up the Sprout Garden and read the instructions, which were about three sentences long. I filled it with lentils, which were the easiest thing I had on hand, and the many hippie cookbooks in my collection praise lentil sprouts.
Then I watered it. You water it on top and the water pours down into the three trays of sprouts and then it collects in the bottom and you empty it out.
Now when I wake up or come home this gives me a little something to look forward to. I check to see how my sprouts are doing! This morning they were starting to sprout. But it is not so much that it will show up in pictures.
Tomorrow, you never know!
I cannot wait to harvest my first crop of sprouts. I can add it to my already impressive list of hippie skills. Already I am proud of being able to make soap and roast granola and sing "Sugar Magnolia" by heart.
Now I will have mastered sprout farming!