Not those kind of little deaths.
These kind.
From thinking in my foggy ill-again head that leaving the plastic cover on, outside on the sunny porch, would save moisture. It did. It cooked them in a hot sauna.
Oops.
A setback of a few weeks I’ll foggily attempt to start anew tomorrow.
And these.
I’ve been trying sprouted grains and seeds to see how much I can get grains back into my life. The first few rounds were deliciously successful. These pumpkin seeds, and their other flora counterparts, were destined for not-granola granola bars. They ended in the compost this morning after my Does Not Smell Bad Smells Nose nudged my mouth to ask, “hey honey, does this smell like rot to you?”
Retrying those will have to wait for another trip to the store that has the bulk section.
But in happy news, this came today (or at least, I received it today as we are both lackadaisical about checking the mailbox.)
Also in happy news, it was gorgeous outside. And I had two eager little soccer kickers to play with me.
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Oh, I love that last shot. It was a gorgeous one, today. I’m sorry your head is still foggy, but I’m also still more tired than I think I should be. I’m also older, though I don’t have two little soccer kickers to chase around.
I remember reading a “2-4 week” recovery after symptoms ceased and starting to understand more about how strong the flu can be. I’m past that time frame but when you layer on the party like I do… lol
I’d buy that. I’m still weirdly loopy; mostly together, but still so tired. Gah!!!
Oh dear – sometimes there little disasters and setbacks.
Indeed. I also accidentally left the seedlings on the porch last night instead of bringing them in. Thankfully it wasn’t one of our more chilly nights and they all made it through.