“The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.”
I’ve lost a bit of that sense of the eternal seductiveness in the last 24 hours, struggling with some wretched virus or something that wants to grab hold of me.
Today was slated for starting the first of the lettuce seedlings. I got as far as filling the fiber flats with seed-starting medium… and then called it a day.
I’ll just go and rest now, with a fistful of new seed packets to mull over as I drift off to sleep.