Does it insulate a person to have diminished expectations of things? To proceed thus, one can easily become pleasantly surprised, no? I find I operate this way with many things in my life*, especially green growing things. Sure, I have a certain hope they’ll grow for me but it’s not a 100% expectation. I find it best to work in the 50% category.
Above, however, is a sweet little patch of cilantro that I transferred from garden to greenhouse with no hopes at all for a harvest. If you’ve ever planted the stuff you will be struck by two things: one, how rapidly it shoots into flower and two, how freely it reseeds itself. Both these traits mean your harvest window is a tiny one. Well! IN my usual what-the-hell fashion, I planted about ten tiny seedlings into the old greenhouse and threw a piece of leftover greenhouse plastic over the top of them. I have been rewarded by lots of lovely cilantro all winter long…and yes, it surprises me. Those fleshy little stems and leaves, I thought, they’re bound to give up the ghost and turn into mush.
Sometimes (only sometimes) I like being wrong.