there's a nursery at the end of my road beyond the estate grounds. i went there a few weeks ago as i was feeling a bit martha stewart.
but, i'm not a gardener really, or a grower of things. i would like a vegetable garden one day. or, maybe i just like the idea of it. but, i can keep plants alive...sometimes. and i know to change the water of my flowers every week and re-trim the ends.
this is a big moment.
i dug some earth from the flower bed outside my front door, filled some glass jars and threw the seeds in with some water.
and hoped for the best.
to my sheer delight a few days ago...i noticed this.
then i squealed and felt all maternal.
oh, and the countdown is on, people.
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