Excitedly, I purchased the seeds and slips. I dug and planted. I watered and weeded. And I began the hardest part of all; I waited. Considering how impatient I am, it’s a miracle I didn’t say to hell with it . Finally, I began to see some results of my labor; a little sprout here, a little sprig there. Some things, like my tomatoes, parsley, and peppers, took off; while others – okra, cucumbers, cabbage – had to be replanted. The other herbs were also hit and miss, but I’m not too worried about them. They grow pretty quick, so replanting isn’t a problem. I find myself watching these plants for milestones like I did when Beana was a baby. Crawling=beginnings of blooms, first steps=the little veggie/fruit emerging right before bloom falls off and walking=actual tiny tomatoes, and whatnot.