the weather here has been one giant mood swing. we planted our first batch of seeds and then the ground promptly froze. this, in conjunction with the fact that after showing the kid how to dig a tiny trench, we gave her a spattering of minuscule seeds and basically said go for it. (actually let me clarify: i’m the one who chose to do that, because i am the lackadaisical gardener in the family, unlike my favorite virgo counterpart, who is very systematic when it comes to these things.) at any rate, the weather, and our system, if you could call it that, led to some doubts that anything would actually grow.some things have actually sprouted up, but they’re potentially weeds. it’s too early to tell, except for the two sprouting onions, and the tiniest pronouncement of spinach, which bugs have already started to eat. because we tend not to have beer around (that's a different story) for the slugs to get drunk on and die from, we use egg shells to prevent the garden pests from assaulting our food. a few days ago anne apparently left adah to her own sprinkling devices while she watered the dahlia’s, and as a result, one of our garden beds looks like mt.eggshell in december:
we recently went to plant some more seeds because we were worried that weeds were the most predominant species in the beds. anne said, “okay, so where have you planted things?” to which i replied, “i have no clue!” she loved this. this is why, if I won the lottery, (i am channeling my mother here) i would start with dozens and dozens of starts: pleasingly immediate, and only a tiny bit less magical. 
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