In the tranquility of morning
I was focused on my toast
when the weirdest of small sounds
seemed a visit from a ghost.
No one, nothing, was about
except just only me —
what could I have heard?
Did I really want to see?
There it was, pathetic mess,
in painful black and white:
potting soil on carpet
a gruesome morning sight.
Seedlings knocked unconscious
lying there all messed;
What the heck? I queried,
at my expressive best.
How this could have happened
will ever be unknown:
did it jump off by itself
or was it somehow thrown?
It took its place among
the unsolved mysteries
I pondered as I vacuumed
on my hands and knees.
I have concluded, dear reader, that there are things that happen
just to make us nuts.
May 2, 2020 at 11:09 am
Oh, no. To lose all those seedlings is a crime, but to clean the soil out of white carpeting is a whole other level of pain. I have things sitting on windowsills and make shift tables, but I haven’t had white carpet is a long time. 🙂 Hope you salvaged a few to ease the pain of cleaning. 🙂
May 2, 2020 at 11:23 am
One of the very few things I didn’t like about this place when I bought it was the carpet color. Beautiful but it meant I had to walk on my hands. (Ha.) You understand exactly about the pain. I did salvage three seedlings which I think are going to be OK. I’ve now moved the whole operation to the kitchen. Not the best light, but better protection to my sanity, which is a bit wobbly at the moment.
May 2, 2020 at 6:01 pm
Picture me laughing out loud, and let me tell you why. When I went down to go outside to word, I wanted to take my lettuce seedlings out to get some sun. There was one thing – I forgot I had them propped up with a board and tipped the whole cell pack on the floor. I laughed then too and only wished I could have shared it with you. We could have both had ourselves a good laugh. How stupid especially after seeing your post.
May 2, 2020 at 6:18 pm
NO!!! We would have had to laugh but I also think we’d have had to head to the nearest bakery in search of consolation. Dear heavens!
May 2, 2020 at 7:52 pm
Chocolate would have definitely soothed both our souls. You should see my poor lettuce seedlings. They look just like someone dropped them on their head. 🙂
May 2, 2020 at 8:08 pm
Poor little things! I wonder if you can find teeny-tiny bandages and tuck them back in. I seem to be noticing that all my seedlings are trying to scoot away from me when I go to check them. Apparently they think I’m bad luck.
May 2, 2020 at 3:14 pm
Good heavens!! This is eerie. Do you suppose Basil had anything to do with it??? You have given me a another wonderful morning.
May 2, 2020 at 3:29 pm
Hard to know about Basil. His innocent look doesn’t tell the whole story, I’m sure.
May 4, 2020 at 12:22 pm
I saw this the other day and couldn’t find words to express my dismay at the white carpet + seedlings. I still can’t. Two tiny nasturtium seedlings have broken soil in their egg box container inside a plastic clothes bag (needs must) in my kitchen this morning – I will be viewing them with suspicion.
May 4, 2020 at 12:58 pm
Although I laugh, I still commend you for being wide awake. We know now we cannot trust these wiggly little green things. I think I have rescued the carpet from permanent black stain, but I do check for black grit from time to time.
May 4, 2020 at 12:59 pm
Green stains can be bad too. I remember being told off for acquiring those as a child.
May 4, 2020 at 1:03 pm
Oh, grass stains! I can modestly say I was the master of the grass stain. It took lots of practice and no encouragement whatsoever from my mother.