Parsley seeds are notoriously slow to germinate. I used to sow them in the ground but they took so long to germinate that it was hard to separate them from weeds. Nowadays I sow a tray of seeds and transplant the seedlings into the ground and into pots. According to superstition the slow germination is because the seed goes down to visit the devil seven times and transplanting displeases the old boy, hence the supposed ill luck. My row of parsley plants will with a bit of luck keep us supplied for the summer, and the seedlings, which I will plant in pots, should see us through next winter.
Old things worn and polished by time, tools with wooden handles, blades fined honed over the years, stone eroded by footsteps over centuries, old faces, too, lined with laughter and pain move me constantly with a deep sense of recognition, of fellow feeling of understanding.
Dearest is better beginning to take sips of soup, fruit juice, her nose in a book. Good progress.