I think it's likely that there will come a time when I look back on this season of my life and chuckle at how much I was into my tiny garden. Either that, or I will remember this excited feeling with sentiment as I look at a much larger version of what I have now. The thing with pet projects-- those projects you start as babies and nurture and obsess over-- is that they become so dear to your heart. Looking back on this tiny garden season of my life, I will also remember Poe sneaking drinks from her watering can, the way her wild hair was always half falling out of her itty bitty bun, and the way Hope would cautiously put a berry into her mouth and pucker her lips when it wasn't quite as ripe as she was hoping for. It's a little silly the love I have for this hobby... and it's also something really special.