Seedlings
To anyone who isn't a gardening addict, this may sound crazy, but every time a bright green seedling emerges from a seed I've planted, I feel such a sense of awe and wonder. That such a tiny seed could hold so much magic. A miniature miracle.
Last weekend I spent a few extremely happy hours filling seedling trays with soil and shaking seeds from packets out into my hand before sewing them into the small squares. It sounds silly but this act was the culmination of months of preparation. The winnowing down of choices from the seed catalogs. The excitement when the packets finally arrived. Then the waiting until the final frost date was FINALLY only weeks away. It felt so lovely to get to DO instead of merely plan.