Sprouts
Spring has not sprug, but a hyper sprout did!
No matter what day of the week it is, either my husband or I have to wake up promptly at 6 a.m. to feed our pug, Olive. If we don't she will violently scratch the rug and throw a fit! Spoiled. On mornings I get up with her I stop by to spritz the seedlings growing by the kitchen window! I also sing and dance for them. Like the girls on Totaro.
You know what I am talking about? Instant best friends.
This is my first time to have a vegetable garden. We are not holding our breath that I will be our main supplier for cucumbers.