I know it’s officially autumn when I wake up at 5:50am, boil water on the stove, and hunch over it like a campfire. Just warming my hands and sipping hot water before heading out the door, no big thing. I remembered at the last second to call out to the sleeping lump behind me: “Hey, will you water the children?”
Just kidding about the children part.
This week is the first time I’ve felt progress in the gardening department. After work, I checked on the lettuce, spinach, basil, and tomato seeds. Guess what?
Only the tomato seeds are out for the count. Things are happening, people. This is big.
Sometime this weekend I am buying the Nashville Lunatics a bench. Winter is coming (ya’ll have heard it before) so we need an indoor plant station to carry on the basil charm. And tomatoes, if they ever show up to the party. Our house plants are also seeking to relocate. The aloe vera never gets sun (and is staging a protest called Occupy Death), and the airplane plant gets its leaves fried in the microwave. A bench under the bedroom window will solve some space issues and liven up the blah-iest bedroom on this planet.
What is your hangry food? (The food you NEVER eat except when you’re starving your face off)?
Peanuts on the airplane. I never really want them, but I always eat them because I am sooooo huuuuungry.
What time do you usually wake up in the morning?