I've been itchin'.
The potting bench has been calling to me (hollering, actually).
I thought it would be fun to have a tray of wheat-grass with rocks tucked in here and there (think Ireland's countryside) sitting on the dining table for St. Patrick's Day (please, can we retire the green construction paper shamrocks?). It was a fun thought. Good thing another St. Patrick's Day will be here before I know it (!). Good thing, too, that ideas can be modified for the next holiday to come around the corner.
Like Easter.
Now, that's a fun thought: a hammered metal tray sprouting fresh, spring-green wheat-grass sitting on the dining table, wooden eggs peeking out here and there from between the blades (can we retire the plastic Easter eggs, too?).
Good thing my potting bench went to hollerin' or I mighta missed that one, too.
Although I've gardened along the way from the time I was a girl pulling weeds on my hands and knees alongside my grandpa, I've never planted wheat. But, it couldn't be too hard, now could it?
I didn't think so. That's why I didn't read up on it first. Ahem.
Of, course, I had wheat-seed sowing help. I always have help. Even more than my fair share at times, I'm sure.
But, my, he was a good seed sower. So thorough. Ag is in his blood, if I'm not mistaken.
The seeds looked all tan and happy lying there in their bed of earth. If I had paid more attention I may have heard them snickering to each other. Snickering because they knew I'd never before planted wheat, that I hadn't stopped to read about how to grow wheat, and that they'd sprout much more quickly if I'd soaked them in water for 8 hours first.
Snickerin' wheat-berries.
I have to say, though, in my own defense, that the thought that maybe I should have soaked them first did cross my mind as I was giving them a good soaking with the spritzer. But, I was in this far, and there was no turning back.
We'll just see how they like being under a soft blanket of warm, moist soil that's been covered, nice and cozy, in plastic wrap.
It might take a few extra days, but in the end, we'll see whose snickering.
