We had a dust storm in Athens this week. I guess a couple times a year, dust from the Sahara blows into southern Europe. It gets very gritty and windy. I was primping in the bathroom when I heard a weird noise. Upon investigating, I found my newly planted seedlings all over my ****ing balcony. I roared in agony, then desperately sifted through the dirt on my hands and knees, looking for seeds to save. I rescued some dill and coriander, but the lavender was a total loss.
At what point do you accept that you can't garden?
|Here are some wild plants. I took this photo later in the day so that I can just print it off and stick it in a pot, instead of trying to make a real thing grow.|
Speaking of sick things, look at what I found.
Can you see it? Look closely...