From the Worktable: Stocks

Most of them came up fine. Sown in small trays, ready to be pricked out, doing what they’re supposed to do without much input.

The lavender, not so. Clearly in a huff, coming up here and there as if they couldn’t quite be bothered. Didn’t matter anyway, I knocked the tray off. Soil on the floor, a few seedlings in it, and that was that. I stood there looking at it for a minute, like I might do something about it. I didn’t.

What’s left is sat there waiting. Pale ones, darker ones. I can never remember which are meant to stay and which get pulled, so I hover over them longer than I should, then just get on with it.

The lavender ones have been begrudgingly sown again.