She knew the basil seeds were planted too early. But she had convinced herself that they would be grown for her indoor kitchen herb garden and so it just does not matter WHAT time of year they sprouted. But now as she looked at them, craning their skinny necks to reach the sun, she was starting to regret her decision. She needed a grow light. She had ordered one on Amazon last week but her husband, who knew her penchant for impulse buying all too well, had cancelled the order as soon as he received notification of the purchase. When the order didn’t arrive in two days time as promised and she questioned him, he reminded her of hobbies she had started in the past, typically in the dead of winter when she had accumulated too much spare time and cabin fever. She was known to spent much time obsessing over these newfound hobbies, purchasing all the needed materials to pursue it over a lifetime. But as the weather turned warm and spring sprung her life into motion again, she would often tuck her new interest and the supplies into a closet, waiting to be found again one day. But this time was different, she said, more to herself than to her husband. She had decided that this would be the year she would advance herself from a novice gardener who planted flats of seedlings purchased from garden centers, into an expert gardener who will grow plants from seed..heirloom seeds for that matter. But first she needed basic supplies - at the very minimum, a grow light. A quick Costco grocery run after work proved to be especially productive as she spotted a shop light that seemed to meet most of the criteria required for a grow light. She purchased it, took it home and set up the makeshift apparatus in the guest bedroom away from the watchful eyes of her family, most notably her husband, who will undoubtedly groan and utter negative comments. With any luck, by the time he discovers it, she will be snipping basil for supper.