Perhaps the garden will fix itself. I thought two of my three star of astara blue asters had gotten zapped by unseasonable cold (I'm trying to a bird garden near my feeders) and I found new growth poking through the anti-weed mat on Sunday. Even some of the seeds I thought had mildeweed in the Aerogarden sprouted anyway. Of course now I have to transplant them.

We shall not discuss procrastinating. Writers don't procrastinate, we muse. (Or we start new projects to create the impression we're not avoiding old ones, just working on other things. Not that I have a fanfic left hanging for months....)