Today I planted my first seeds.


Okay maybe it's still a bit early... maybe it was -9C at some point today... maybe there's still snow all over the place and the balcony is coated in a layer of ice... but I figured I'd give some seeds a shot. There are plenty more where they came from, and it seemed a shame to have a big bag of seed mix just sitting there...

I had the bad luck of being bitten by the gardening bug right in the middle of winter. Since then I've resorted to coddling my houseplants. I may have coddled at least a couple of them to death. Even my spunky Jade is starting to look sickly, so I treated it to some proper cactus mix.

Hopefully spring will wander in soon and perk everything up. I've always appreciated winter and its beautiful snowscapes, clear quiet nights, fireplaces and hot chocolates, not to mention the holidays and all of that heart-warming manic binge-festing. Ah bliss. But being cold gets tiresome. Never seeing daylight gets tiresome. Walking on thick jagged sheets of ice where there used to be sidewalk just isn't as fun as it sounds. I think some spring is definitely in order.