There’s nothing like starting seeds and setting high hopes on their future sprouts. I guess there’s a metaphor for raising kids there too.
There’s also nothing like setting up a tablecloth on your kitchen floor and covering it with with dirt and seeds and letting your kids help.
I think I went a little crazy yesterday.
Thank goodness floors, tablecloths, and kids are washable. I’m thinking that the learning experience was well worth the temporary disaster area.
Now we have a nice little tray of sunflowers, one bean, tomatoes from a friend, oregano, rosemary, basil and corn. I’m not sure if any of these will survive, but my little helpers and I will try our hardest to get these into the ground in May.