to plant, perchance to dream

Though I've come to the end of my little experiment, it doesn't feel like the end for my plants. They've become a part of my apartment, like the beer stains and tacky art. I'm excited to try my lettuce, excited to plant more, and excited that I have a success story to bring home. I think that's how it should be...we should all get to the point where we wonder why there was ever a time we didn't have food growing in the city. It feels natural, it must be natural. I know I've learned a lot from the process, and there's only more to learn. I can feel my lettuce establishing itself like a first tattoo; I can't stop now, I want more. So for now, this should feel like a first blog. Stay tuned.