Or, sprouts. I'm re-earning my aging hippie card. I ordered a huge selection of sprouting seeds over a year ago when life was less hectic and I was cooking and making progress on things. Then this past year happened and I haven't had time to do much more than put on foot in front of the other. Until last week. I'm almost afraid to write it out loud, but most crisis situations seem to be favorably resolved. I'm catching my breath. And starting sprouts. Meadow Lark (message board friend) it is your fault. The sprouts that is. The rest was me.