I am trying to remedy some of the empty, muddy spots in the backyard with seeds that will someday become plants. It is a lot to ask of a packet of seeds. First, they have to survive the birds. Next, they have to survive the kids. Lastly, they have to get reliable water from a certain somebody. Tall orders.
Andrew just pulled out two loaves of sourdough bread that he made from his starter. I loved walking by the back door and smelling those loaves baking only to be stunned by the smell of chicken manure in the front courtyard when I rounded the corner. Pregnancy nose can be a blessing and a curse:
I need to dig deep within myself to find the energy to dig deep and plant these suckers: