Take THAT, Minnesota/Pennsylvania/Michigan/other cold places that I have lived.
The yard, with Noah being all manly and productive in the corner.
All my poor little herb sprouts died due to inadequate light, so I got Noah to rig up a lighting shelf system for me with some spare lumber he had in the shed.
These ones better pull through, dammit.
My outdoor plants seem to be doing well, though, despite the freak storm we had a couple weeks ago. They just sprouted a few days ago. I was outside trying to decide when to reseed the garden when I noticed that there were *gasp* weeds in it. On closer inspection, the weeds appeared to be growing in neat little rows, upon which discovery I decided that they were, in fact, edibles and should be permitted to live.
I don't even like radishes, actually, but don't they look happy?
There are a few signs of wild plants living out there, too.
A lowly dandelion.
Something purple. Heck if I know what it's called.
We kind of dispatched our productive urges early in the day, alas, so now we're lounging on the couch watching Penn and Teller and slowly getting some lasagna around. Good Saturday, I have to say.