I love these early years in which my daughter brings home seeds, soil, little cups, and lots of hope as she places her seedlings on the window sill. The waiting game begins as she waits-waits-and waits for a bit of greenery to peak through the soil.---and each day, I secretly beg the little seeds to open for my daughter's sake as well as curse them when they do not open. Luckily, these little seedlings are cooperating. Each time she waters them, she over does it and each time I have to remind her that too much water can be a bad thing. It is the same lesson each and every time. I know one day she will understand it and grow beautiful things in her own yard. But, that day can come slowly.