|Gratuitous picture of a cactus flower.|
It's totally rewarding to watch a plant grow - like when you got to pick out a new pencil after winning the class Spelling Bee in fourth grade. But when seedlings start to come up, it's like you've just won the Whole School Spelling Bee and now you get to have your picture in the paper with the principal and maybe also get a new pencil.
It's amazing for me to see that first seedling poke up through the soil because I know where it came from, and I know I'm pretty much the one who did all the facilitating. Specifically, it came from one of about thirty-seven different seed packets bequeathed to me by Lisa when she moved to the Netherlands which I shook indiscriminately into pots that I subsequently failed to label effectively. Whatever that seedling is, it's beautiful because it is and I helped it to be. (Even Raphael with his ridiculous green thumbs leaves my vegetables and herbs to me pretty much. He might fear that I'll wind up killing them, but he lets me teach myself my own lessons. And that's why I love him.)
|Party in the tomatillo pot.|
|Baby bell peppers, exploring their world.|
|Pirate Captain of the Plants. |
Yarrr!...mouth is filthy!**
|Infant orange. (His future is uncertain.)|
|The lemon tree has moxie!|
* Are you kidding me? Of course I am. Do I not always grow tomatoes?!
** Haha! Private joke. Family to trip to Cape Cod, blah blah blah. Never fails to crack me up. Oh God. And it's been years.