baby seeds

seeds and earth and water and sun. we are all growing and i am just in love with being outside. i plant my seeds and as i squat i feel the little melon size ball of utero/baby and it feels like every time i breathe in the air and sun and earth it grows, just a bit more. seed like. i am smiling, vigilant and coaxing with both seeds and baby, although i know that they will grow (or not) with or without my will that they should. but love certainly makes it all the more enjoyable a process to be part of.





The Beauty and i spend so much time in the veggie garden whenever weather and free time permit, even if it's just to weed or turn bits of earth/sand and tidy things. lately The Man too has been involved. a tree fell on the greenhouse over winter and we (um, i mean *he*) renewed it totally and bubble-wrapped the whole thing in lieu of proper glass. it works, it was cheap, and in a place where trees accidentally fall fairly often, glass is not an option. plus The Man originally *made* the whole thing and it only ever was designed to support thin sheets of plastic. which have warped cracked and become brittle. lets see how the bubble wrap holds.





naughty squirrels have been eating every single seed i plant, over and over and over in the greenhouse this year. we rigged up this net cage on bamboo poles and i brought my most precious and squirrel tasty trays and pots of veggie seeds inside to grow on windowsills.





this is The Beauty when we are digging and 'doing' over there. full of the joys of spring.





its a good place to be.