My kitchen counter and window sill are lined with my projects. From the near end, I have seed potatoes and a few sweet potatoes sprouting, my sprouter is waiting for it’s next use and there are some seeds for sprouting and microgreens, potted basil and thyme (I just trimmed it for the split pea soup I am making), a tiny egg incubator with 7 chicken eggs that I hope will hatch on April 14, and at the end are my Christmas poinsettias that are still happy and I hate to throw out. Just to the other side of my camera is a giant box full of seed and plant catalogs.
My dining room table is covered with my projects too. Right now it has 7 trays of recently transplanted seedlings. They are mostly eggplants, peppers, calendulas, yarrow, and butterfly milkweed. On the dining room floor I have some pots of ginger root waiting to go down to my hoop house, a box full of pots and trays, and tucked under the counter is a big plastic bucket filled with potting soil.
I wish the TV in the middle of all this wasn’t showing constant corona virus news. I wish I wasn’t hearing about deaths and pain around the world. I wish I could get closer than 6 feet from my mother when I visit her. But I’m very lucky to have a kitchen that I can fill with projects.