Oh no, my tomato!
April 4, 2007
I’m starting to get paranoid that I don’t know what I’m doing. Which is odd because I don’t really know what I’m doing. I don’t have the experience that years of gardening give you. I read books, surf the Internet, talk to gardeners and yet I’m filled with insecurity when over half of my heirloom tomato plants have yet to sprout after six days on a heating mat. Are the seeds rotting? Have I watered them too much? Did I use the right container? Have I not created the perfect germinating environment?
Part of me is trying to calm down and relax and the other has stripped away the Saran Wrap and reverted to the homemade plastic bags in hopes that I haven’t done anything fatal. I felt so brilliant after raising those lettuce seeds and now I’m feeling the waning glow ebb whenever I look at my 40% success rate on my March 29th tomato tray. I’m really doubting myself right now.
Then I think, come on…they’re seeds. Sure, they may have been a bit pricey in the store and the fact that I’m diminishing the number of heirloom seeds in the world is a little disheartening. However, that doesn’t stop me from coming home hoping to see some sprouting action.