I’ve mentioned to you many times my conspicuous lack of a green thumb. And when we gathered on Ash Wednesday, we prepared and planted Nasturtium seeds following instructions to not to use fertilized soil. Rather, everything I read indicated that poor soil is best. So, we all used the clumpy, bone dry dirt mixed with a bit of mulch that I brought. All of us used the very same soil.
So, when I attended the Trustees meeting last Tuesday and Arletta turns to me and says, My plant is already grown this big (indicating with her fingers over an inch), expounding on how fun it’s been to see how happy her little plant is, turning with toward the sun each time she turns the cup for better exposure; and then Gavin says, Oh yeah? Well, my plant has already grown this much (fingers indicating well over 2 inches), and prattles on about how it seemed to grow an entire inch in one day.
And then I have to confess to them: mine has done nothing! What is wrong with me?! How will I ever face Wes???
Well, Arletta encouraged me by suggesting something she tried – it seemed a piece of mulch was a bit too heavily lain over the spot the plant wished to grow. So, when I got home, I immediately examined the topsoil and gingerly nudged the bits of mulch, placed the cup in a different window, speaking lovingly to it (per Carol’s admonition). And prayed!
The seeds could be spent, deadened by my absolute inability to grow anything. But the only way to know for sure was to heed our lovely trustees’ instructions and follow them. I believed. But, only a little.