It’s amazing how one light can make me feel like such a grown-up. Not the stack of bills laying on the counter or my mile-long grocery list, but the grow light.
I carried the high of getting over...
My seedlings were already struggling to survive the grip that my compacted raised beds had on them, and the storm that rolled through last week certainly didn’t help. I had to yank the dead seedlings and replace them with new seeds.
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