Our new neighbor happens to work for a local seed company. A little over a week ago, he came over to ask me if I'd plant some soybeans for them to use in a display for an upcoming farm show, and grow them in my conservatory. He brought over the seeds, pots, and potting soil and I planted them last weekend.
So, officially, the first seeds I've planted in the conservatory are soybeans! I wasn't really sure if I'd start seeds in there or not; I thought I'd wait until spring to decide. But when I walked out there on Saturday and saw this...
...I think I might not even wait until spring. I want me some fresh spinach!
Can anyone except a gardener know how it feels to see a seed pop through the soil like that? It's a thing of beauty...a tiny miracle, yet as large as life itself. It's exciting to see, yet serenely satisfying. A "God's in His heaven and all's right with the world" kind of thing. And even though all isn't right with the world, this itty bitty part of it is just fine.