Cucumber Casualty.

So when I planted all my seeds this spring, I assumed that not everything would sprout and grow and thrive. A surprising amount did. Out of all the things I planted, there were only 3 or 4 duds in the bunch.

But today I think we're going to count our first real casualty in the seedling garden. Look at this sad little cucumber guy!



To give you some perspective, here's what his brothers are looking like:





Possibly for the best, though. This weekend I'm going to start moving plants outside and I will have to either buy 5 billion containers for them to live in all summer or give some away. I guess survival of the fittest is alive and well, even in Brooklyn.

CAT-astophe.

Here I was, innocently snapping pictures of the sunflowers that are coming up like periscopes on submarines. Like this:

Oscar approached. He jumped on my lap. And then, somehow, I caught this all on camera.







I froze, then Chris came over to help, then I cried a little. Because... WHAT THE HELL, CAT? I know it was an accident, but he sure did look satisfied.


Who knows how this is going to work out. But Chris (with his logical brain) told me that plants in nature have to survive lots more than this. Somehow we put humpty dumpty back together again. Back to our regularly scheduled Saturday programming. Sigh.