Moving it into the sunny spots in the morning, and deciding where I will place it over night, for soon the nights will become cold. Not cold by anyone else's standards, but a tiny leaf, on a tendril of stem...seems like it would wither at 50 degrees.
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| Friday, November 5, 2010 It lives on the windowsill, at present, covered by a clear Pyrex custard cup, and has already survived being knocked down by curious feline paws once. What a gory disaster I walked in on that night. Soil strewn all over the kitchen floor, sprouts nowhere to be seen, cats sulking under beds, and behind couches. Knowing they had made a mistake. When I found the tiny green things amongst the wreckage I was disproportionately overjoyed. Although I do worry still, it seems the guilty ones have learned their lesson, I don’t know if I can do this. I know I cannot. G-d will have to protect this small thing, else it will not live. |
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