It’s been less than a week, and there’s already excitement in our greenhouse garden!
Overnight, our sunflowers, corn, tomatoes, basil, and onions have sprouted!
I always get sentimental this time of year, as Julia gets ready for another birthday. No, it doesn’t seem like she was just born and sprouted up overnight. To me it seems she’s been in our lives forever. I get so confused when moms say, “you blink, and it’s over.” Maybe that’s because we’re in the thick of it now and without the perspective that a decade or so brings.
Pretty soon, these little veggie sprouts will need to be transplanted to larger containers, and then eventually, if raised with enough care, planted into the ground so they can nourish our family.
My own little sprouts, 3 and 1, are growing so slowly in my eyes, easing out of nap time, graduating out of toddler clothing, and becoming more curious about this great big world. With lots of love and nurturing, they too will blossom! (But we won’t eat them. This is where the metaphor breaks down.)
Such potential in little sprouts.