For the past four years, my son and I have had an annual spring planting day. We have two terracotta pots in our backyard that we routinely fill with two types of seeds each. Every summer, we are delighted by blossoms of all colors. My sons face lights up when that first flower blooms.
This year, I had almost lost hope. When the calendar flipped to August and my son was still running to the sliding glass door every morning to check for a flower, my heart hurt for him. Until today. Look what we woke up to!