Alternate title: Slow Food Movement
Or... Alternate title: Watching Grass Grow
What? You can't see 'em? Here - come a little closer:
My pal Eddie G. surprised me not too long ago with a pouch of Pimientos Padron seeds that he picked up on his last trip to Spain (don't tell customs). They're a species of pepper that my Google device tells me are small and green and quite delicious - if unpredictable in the heat department. Eager little local farmer that I am, I planted them almost right away. And then checked back every 2-4 hours from there on out to stay on top of their progress. I'm not kidding.
I come from a long line of farmers, and I married a boy who grew up on a farm. That is not say, however, that I inherited or absorbed the patience and perseverance necessary to guide a sweet little seed from sowing to reaping with the stoic assurance that my ancestors must have possessed (I imagine them looking out over vast fields of rich, black soil, warmed to their cockles with the promise of a hearty harvest in just a few months' time. But they also watched their TV on the radio.). I am a kid of the 80's and 90's; Super Mario Brothers taught me to expect a prize every 36 seconds or so. I want my red mushrooms - er, peppers - right now!
...But I'll be patient and just let them grow. And in the meantime I'll take pictures every day like the proud little pepper parent I am!