One of the many outside activities that we did on Sunday was plant our seeds.
Every year I plant some seeds. Most years nothing much comes of them. But there's something about the act of planting that makes it feel more like spring.
I'd been saving my egg cartons and Magoo and I picked out some seeds. He wanted sunflowers. I wanted basil. And last year's morning glory (that he brought home from school on Mother's Day) left us with some seeds, so we planted those too.
I think these are the basil seeds. Last year my basil plants were tiny and weak. My friend Sara's were luscious and strong. What gives?
He was a proud, proud boy helping his Mama.
I think we'll both be very excited when we see some sprouts!