It’s Spring in Ireland, which means it’s after Brigit’s Day, February 1st. It’s time. to start. gardening! Every Autumn, I scrounge around the garden for seeds like a squirrel getting ready to hibernate. I tell myself the same lie: I won’t need to buy seeds in the spring because I saved ALL THESE! Hooray! I’m so smart and thrifty!
LIES!
While technically, I have many seeds, I always need more seeds!
I have a little world that hovers above my windowsill. It’s encased in a glass teardrop that was flown over the ocean in my hands. It was painstakingly planted with tiny plants gingerly grasped in the prongs of long tweezers, and is watered with the tip of a hypodermic needle. It’s a tiny little world, but I like to have it tended as if I could go for a desert stroll along the path inside. The arid domain hangs in contrast to the green rainy world on the other side of the glass.
Bacon and Cabbage 