Mint, at last

It turns out that threatening the mint was all that was required to get it to sprout.  The tiny seeds have at last produced (so far) a single tiny sprout.

It's so tiny that it's almost impossible to see in the egg cup that is its  pot.

But if you scrunch up your eyes and truly believe that it's there, it might just become visible to you.

.... if blurry.

The potted-up peas have gone upstairs to the studio.  It's not a place that Chutney cannot get to, but it isn't easy for her and it's not her habit to go there.  She generally only hangs out there if we are in the room.

They're with the damaged beets and peas now.  The damaged plants are not doing very well (in the picture above, the pea on the left got bitten and the pea on the right did not.  Easy to spot the difference), but I think we'll have some recovery.

I spent a nervous breakfast watching Chutney sniff around the marigold plants.  After seeing her experimentally attempt to get one into her mouth, I decided that the marigolds had to find a home out of her reach.  "Her" windowsill has now been emptied of uncovered plants.

Our bedroom window (site of the first carnage) has become home to the marigold flats, but not in the way it was home to the beets and peas.

  

The top of the sash should be too hard for her to try to reach.  Let us hope, anyway.