It’s seed-buying season at the garden centers, preamble to the most wonderful time of the year, and I picked up a few packets for people to grow for me. As green as I like to think my thumb is, seeds have never taken to my expectations or preparations. Mom and Suzie will be responsible for bringing this collection of beauties to life, and I save a single packet of dill to try in our garden one more time (which marks about my fifth attempt, with never a single harvest for all five times).
Maybe the trick is just to not care – I tend to pamper and produce the perfect plot of carefully-cultivated soil – and some seeds, morning glories for instance, do better when ignored and practically abused.
Another lesson of the garden, learned the hard way. Just stop caring, and the rewards may come.
