So, although I like to consider myself a “gardener”, my “gardening” consists mostly of planting something and running inside to watch it grow from the window.
As I don’t believe in pesticides or fertilizers, and I won’t wrestle with the the hose, the plants that survive in my garden are really plucky plants.
Just like my husband, children, and dogs.
Maybe it is laziness, but I prefer to think of it as fostering independence. I do think they’re all the stronger for it.
Anyway, here are a few of the little spring troopers…