Gramma took a nap today that lasted most of daylight. She woke up disoriented and stir crazy.
Once we were out of the house, I declared that we weren't going home until we had a traditional plastic greenhouse.
I also declared that from now on I will wake her up come noon no matter if she's only been asleep for five minutes. She will reserve the right to slug me.
Seeds, in February, are Hope.
Seeds, glory from the start. I just found out that there are Seed Libraries. They look to be set up for kids. Borrow seeds, grow them, then return the seeds. I can't think of a better way to illustrate the future.