In anticipation of the end of the March that threatened never to end, I paid a visit yesterday to my gardening place and picked up twelve seed packets. Today, I'm happy to say, I planted them all into little pots and am officially waiting for some green to poke through. I tried this whole planting from seed thing once before, and it promised to be such an exciting experience. It was a few years ago in a rental apartment that Dave and I were sharing. I watched the little tendrils peak out and then curl beautifully open, and shoot up a little before dying a slow and ugly death. I had three little pots and threw them all out before summer even began. I'm really hoping this time it goes better - especially because I have twelve of them. I watered the soil this time before planting my seeds (I forgot to do that last time - rookie mistake), but otherwise, I can't say that I've done anything differently. Perhaps the little seeds are aware that I'm a mommy now and will feel safer in my care this time around. Let's hope.
