It’s a sickness
I was going to wait until I cleaned up my garden outside before I planted anything inside, but I had the means and the opportunity and the twisted, sick compulsion to plant seeds in the dirt so I can see green sprouts emerge. So, while my husband ran to the hardware store for something last weekend and I said I was going to tear out more in the garden, instead I grabbed that bag of dirt that I conveniently remembered to buy, along with the pots, and planted peas, arugula, lettuce and cucumbers in pots to place in my living room window.
I can't remember to clean the bathroom... I can't remember to feed the cat and I certainly can't remember to chase the dust bunnies out from under the couch, but I remembered to buy the pots and the dirt.
Usually, I need a break from gardening at the end of the season, but this year, I was just sad to see it all end. So I decided it doesn't have to end!
My husband hasn't noticed yet. I'm hoping he'll be giddy when he realizes that I can grow something in the winter and it requires no fixing of the irrigation pump, sprinkler parts or mucking about in the irrigation ditch.
I'm also the basil perks up a bit - I brought it in before we froze, but it still looks shell-shocked.