A cup or so of bench sweepings – dirt and seeds and composty-bits – and a note that says, “Plant me!” and a tag reading “Bench.”
I felt a little like Alice down the rabbit hole.
But I though it was worthwhile. So I planted it.
I have a vague memory of sweeping up after a session dehydrating peppers. I suspect that this is that.
So I suspect that what sprouts – if anything – may be a variety of festive peppers.
This could be entertaining.