Last week, I kicked off a series of reports which will document my progress as an urban farmer growing parsley from my window sill. It was an auspicious start to what I hope will become the most popular blogging series of all time (kind of a sure thing, am I right, people?). Of course, should the Parsley Chronicles fail to catch on, I can rest easy knowing that at the very least, I’ll emerge from the experience with some fresh parsley to use with my dinner.
Or will I?
After six days of inactivity from my plastic flower pot, I started to think something was afoot. I asked my friend Jash how his container of basil was coming along, and he proudly announced that it was sprouting already. Hmmmm… That’s not right. Mine should be sprouting too. Well, turns out Jash keeps his herb thing on a sill with Southern exposure, thus ensuring it receives sun all day long. Mine, however, faces the East. Clearly my parsley is a bit sun-deprived. That’s when I took matters into my own hands…
