My mom gave me some culantro to sow and because I’m such a good, active farmer those seeds stayed in the fridge until she also gave me the pot, the soil and even included a culantro plant so I could harvest something from it sooner and feel encouraged.
I placed it in the best spot I could find in this house, which is not as close to the kitchen as I would like (and consequently I don’t actually use it because walking to where it is takes me a day), and to my surprise it’s doing quite well. Or it was, at least before all the May rain. I hope it survives because it’s a little piece of home and well, it tastes amazing.
Also, I would be able to brag about my non-existent farming talents.