The French Needle Blog

Here in the Washington D.C. area, there are but a handful of days when it is not too cold, too windy, too hot, too rainy, too humid, or too buggy to be outside.For me, at least.

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…