The Miracle of Life
Last night, when I arrived home in the dark, E greeted me outside with a flashlight and a huge grin.
He showed me this:
I realize that these look like buckets of dirt. But if you look very, very closely, you will see sprouts of green which made us very happy.
These would be the okra seedlings that we somehow managed to germinate from seeds. Despite failing to soak them prior to planting (why would you read the directions?) and despite some severe overwatering (read: standing water), we managed to coax several shoots of green to burst forth from the dirt.
Until recently, I was best known for my brown thumb and my ability to kill any and every plant with which I had contact.
I haven't grown anything from seeds since I was a kid (and my parents helped), but E really wanted okra and there were no seedlings. So, we acknowledged that it would probably fail but tried anyways. I'm so proud!
And, like a parent with child pictures, I present pictures of the rest of our garden as well, to show that I love all of my plants.
Tomatoes, 7 days post transplantation:
Japanese cucumber, 7 days post transplantation: