After a freezing winter of Polar Vortexes, we were finally rewarded with the first day of Spring. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Frances and I did our annual seed planting, this year joined by Kealakai.
The girls started out by painting their pots. Paint is supposed to be very good for seedlings, I hear.
(Yes, Frances is wearing her scarf inside on this first day of Spring. We live in Boston, after all.)
Thick as thieves, these two.
Once the pots were nicely decorated, it was time to spread around some dirt.
After sprinkling in copious amounts of basil seeds, the girls watered their dirt.
Mom then did some hasty vacuuming while the big girls galumphed around and the littlest girl ate dirt off the ground. More dirt than usual.
Then we waited for the annual miracle of seedlings. Such joy to my heart. I have never cared about the first day of Spring like I have since moving to Boston and having kids. Frances even seemed to remember that this is our annual ritual. Such joy!
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