I'm dumbfounded. Ought not to be, but I am. I was futsing around in the garden today. Digging in the potato bag I discovered the potatoes I thought died during the numerous cold snaps are still plump and pink. The spouts they sent up are gone, and there are no roots, but hell, they're alive.
I added some sprouted potatoes that I bought to eat, not plant, but what the heck. Now the potato planter bag is jammed full of little taters. Hopefully every tater will begin to grow as Spring has in fact sprung, because as Ms. Scarlet probably said sometime when the cameras weren't rolling, "I shall have my baby roasted potatoes because, after all - tomorrow is another day." Damn. Thought that would have sounded a lot better than it did.
In other Gulag news, the white and the gold freesia's are up! So are the chia which have pretty much taken over their barrel, which the variegated lavender is fighting to regain territory, and the flowering sage - uh... alive, but the less said about its progress, the better.
So. I really need to do some before photos on the garden before I get out there and drag the Gulag back from the Archipelago. Really, things are alive, but the garden is a MESS.
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