I watched and waited, misting them twice a day. Needless to say, I was delighted to be rewarded this week with teensy seedlings bravely showing their green by peeking through the soil to greet the world. It's a long way, of course, from their safe indoor nest to the garden outside; but I am hopeful I'll be adding fresh dill to potato salad and filling vases with flowers in the months to come.
Fingers crossed. My green thumb is as unpredictable as Mother Nature.
The beautiful spring comes;
and when Nature resumes her loveliness,
the human soul is apt to revive also.
~Harriet Jacobs
Oh, so fun! I love to see those first little sprouts..it's magical!
ReplyDeleteHow lucky you are that your thumb is green. Mine, alas, is black. The worst thing I can do to a plant is touch it. But I finally found some I can't kill. They're fake, of course, but they look so much better than the poor dead ones they replaced.
ReplyDeleteThanks for keeping things Fresh at The Saturday PhotoHunt.
ReplyDeleteI hope to see y'all next Saturday... it'll be Awesome~
Sandi
Ah must get on it. I had an old wheelbarrow that I grew herbs in for a while, worked quite well until I got lazy and stopped refurbishing it.
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