There was a sad realization after Robin’s victorious asparagus post that none of the seeds I started inside survived their jump to the outside world. The tomato plants that I planted the day of the hail storm? Smashed to smithereens. The lovely cardinal climbers that were all-stars inside? Thoroughly enjoyed by chipmunks. All those weeks of tending to their needs, talking them through their problems, and supplementing their light? All for naught.
But then, I remembered. As if led by the hand of fate, the morning of the day of the hail storm Pia’s teacher had asked if I had any seedlings that the class could have. So I gave her a tomato, a sunflower, a crimson clover and two mystery plants from the butterfly garden mix (pictured above… play-doh containers make excellent seed starting vessels if you poke holes in the bottom). Which means there is a small possibility that at least one of the dozens of seeds we started inside survived. Though I am a bit scared to ask. Is it possible that two classes of 4-year-olds could take better care of the seedlings than I did? Humbling.
Oh, and the hail storm? It wasn’t the legendary baseball size hail, but it was the biggest hail I have ever seen. And now Pia has learned the difference between hail the precipitation and Haile our cat. Hail, photo A. Haile (and brother Darwin) photo B.
Photo A (hail from our recent storm. Ruler courtesy of Hank’s birthday party.):
Photo B (Haile and Darwin):