1. They’re basically all I talk about anymore. Example: (Person): “What’s new with you guys?” (Me): “My garden is growing! Things are coming out of the dirt!” (Person): “Cool. Anything else?” (Me): “Beet sprouts are PURPLE!”
2. I sing to them sometimes.
3. I check on them every half hour when I’m at home. I swear that’s how long it takes for them to stretch their little leafy arms up a little further in an effort to give the sun a big hug.
4. I drew a picture of them. I couldn’t help it.
5. I get excited when I see their little bums popping out of the dirt. “This one’s coming!” I call out to Kendon, then turn to my little sprout. “Come on, little guy, you’re almost there!” And I think it hears me. And I feel giddy.
hahaha. . . remember being scared of them and that you weren't going to be nurturing enough? I don't think you have any reason to worry.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Every day my first year in Ephraim I used to walk by a local's house where the radio was ALWAYS on. I found out it was because the people who lived there kept it on for their plants.
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