About a week and a half ago I planted some impatiens from seed in a large clay pot on my front porch. This pot was given to me by the students in the second grade class I student taught six years ago. Of course I killed the original plant they potted - but that was before I turned over my new leaf, pun intended. Forgive its faded and chipped paint - sentimentally, it's beautiful.
I've blindly gone about watering, not really knowing if I was drowning it, washing out the seeds, or if I had even planted the seeds correctly, with too little or too much dirt covering. Did I mention yet that I'm winging this stuff?
Yesterday, while out inspecting my recently planted assorted containers, I casually glanced at my pink pot to find this:
Life! It lives! All together I counted 11 sprouts. Let's see if I can manage not to kill them.