The Wrath of Potted Plants
I think the gush may have worn out.
I was so super fucking pumped when the area farmers’ markets started opening this season, I truly was. But spring must go. I don’t care if my hair suffers from the apocalyptic humidity, I need tomatoes!
After a few weeks of the same foods, I’m getting a bit frustrated. I’ve messed with arugula (here, here) and asparagus (here, here) and I’ve even tried garlic chives (not in love) and beet greens (not very exciting). And fine, I did pick up a pint of strawberries, but I’m still waiting for the big guns.
Then there are the rows and rows of potted plants. Yet another painful reminder that I live on the 6th floor of an apartment building with no balcony or rooftop deck. Oh how I would lovingly tend to tomato plants, eggplant, zucchini, squash, spinach, peppers… Okay, actually, I would pay someone to do it. I suffer from helminthophobia.
But, there is some hope. 80 and I have recently introduced live edibles into our apartment. We are trying to grow both sweet and purple ruffle basil, cilantro, chives and thyme. Artsy photo to come.
I’m with you gans…. though I do love me some swiss chard. I’ll miss siwss chard when the more substantial veggies come.
LOL – it’s true. I got so hyped up for spring vegetables, and then realized it’s just the same three things over and over again. Let’s go summer!