While I’ve been on the East Coast, my dutiful friend Jash has been checking in on my apartment to ensure that no strange things happen in my absence, and lo and behold, what should he find? The first signs of life from my parsley plant! That’s right, the darned thing has started to sprout, and now I can relax knowing that I did, in fact, sow my seeds properly. Soon, this bad boy will be tall enough that I won’t need to tilt my plant towards the sun with the assistance of a precarious rubber ball. A Thanksgiving miracle!
Now bring on the sweet, sweet photosynthesis!
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