Seedling failure.

[3-19-21]

So.

I have officially learned what a leggy seedling means. Not enough sun, sweet little things stretching to find the light. I was prepared. This is my first attempt.

Etiolation? I'm studying on Youtube. I'm going to wait another couple of weeks for the south facing windows to really get fired up. I will get a fan going.

I read everything about starting seeds but I am such a learn by doing kind of human. I can hear something, see something, but until I'm actually in it, I can't quite connect. I'm going to try a few fixes to see if I can save the little babies, but if not, I will keep going.

I was remembering when I started writing a newsletter back in 2009. In school I had been taught a rather formulaic approach with cute columns and a logo on top. It felt much more like sales than a human exchange.

Blogging though, blogging was pure connection. It was ease of writing, such beautiful connections. Over time I blended the intimacy with blogging with the feeling of just writing a love note, a sweet little message that hopefully would find its way where it needed to be.

My newsletter has evolved over and over. I don't put any pressure on it but I love it up. I send it out with a little blessing each time, just as I'm now blessing these seeds.

I've learned through doing, trying, making mistakes, trying again. I remember first signing up for an email marketing service and it took me forever to figure it all out. I'm glad I did, I get to be here with you. I'm still figuring it all out, iterating and calling in joy in the spring light.

And maybe, just maybe I'll be planting my own seedlings in the soil at Sweet Fern Farm, the farmland Dave has lovingly unearthed for me. I'll tell that story another day.

Sending love far and wide.