Every spring I plant flowers from seed. I never tire of watching the warm moist earth, waiting for the first sprouts. Then my little friends make me happy with their color and beauty all summer long.
I wasn’t born with a green thumb; it took me years to overcome my ignorance. Now I sow with confidence, knowing almost to the day when the plants will emerge. I follow them through their life cycle, harvest their seeds for next year, and dispose of the dried husks once the flower-souls have flown south.
Gardening has taught me to appreciate everyday miracles.
I cannot wait to get out of school, get my own place, and learn how to grow a garden.
So, pretty much I used your own entry to talk about myself.
Oops.
That’s OK. When you read it, this post became about you too.
Start with Nasturtiums. They’re easy to grow!
this morning I woke to the sound of my cat pushing my flat of salad starts off the kitchen table to the floor. also, she has done some serious damage to my chard seedlings. thankfully, she’s left the kale alone — too bitter for her delicate palate, I assume.
Truly, I am a dog person.
Nasturtiums! I will remember this.
I’d like to do some planting this year. I’ve always been terrible at it, but I’d sure like to change that.
I like this 99 words thing you do.
oh yes — I’m really, really glad to see the rebirth of your 99 words project. I’ve always liked it.