The upshot of all these various failures is that I've really honed in more on what I want. I don't want to just grow any old vegetable from seed. I want okra. I have a helluva a time finding it at the stores and Brendan and I love it. Here's a little okra seedling to get us started. It's a little battered around the edges, but the okra pods are actually growing. I'm optimistic.
But that's just one plant, and I'm not ready to take any chances. Anything could happen to that one little plant. It just leaves to much room for failure. So I found a seed company that specializes in desert-adapted breeds, ordered every type they had, and planted 6 of each. Now we're talking!
I've started looking up recipes online for Indian okra, gumbo with okra, and pickled okra. Am I counting my chickens before they hatch?