This makes me happy.

I went in to Kroger for milk and bread yesterday. (No, there are no snow storms in sight; we just needed bread and milk. And strawberries. And orange juice. And flushable wipes. And wine. I promise, just because I mention wine two posts in a row, doesn’t mean I love it like Pioneer Woman loves butter. Promise.)

And these were staring at me. They were begging me to take them home and not kill them. They really don’t know what it’s like in our side yard garden.

The weird thing about gardens is that I love the planning and planting process. Then once it gets into the hot weather and it needs care, I lose interest. Or just don’t like 98 degree sunshine with 107% humidity. Could be that.

Anyway, I am a little crazy about baby plants.

Tomatoes, rosemary, bell peppers, lemon basil, squash. Hope springs eternal in front of these guys.

Last year we had a happy little garden that produced jalapeños through November.  Not much other than that, just lots of  jalapeños.  And strawberries. I was so set. Oh, and a sage plant that I planted 3 years ago and keeps coming back. I have used fresh sage precisely twice.  Anybody want a sage plant?

I imagine that I could really pull it together this year. We could eat salads from our dirt. Our cucumber plants might not die after producing 2 cukes. I might learn how to pickle those overzealous jalapeños.

I didn’t pick out any hapless little plants yesterday. But one day soon….

What’s your relationship with plants?