I suspect the little plant is less fussy than we are. A little sun, a little rain, and it is on its way...
Actually these days I am content with a little sun and a little rain but I guess that's just old age.
I remember this! it was read to us in grade one I think as we all planted wheat seeds in damp cotton wool.
How delightful. I'd not heard it before.
Hari OmWhat a little heart-warmer!... YAM xx
I thought so too. Really great. xx
Ah, sweet . . . would that we could all be so easily pleased.
These days I guess I am but at my age it's the little things that are important.