planting the first seeds. With baby arriving in early April, I’ve been a bit under enthused about the whole garden process this year—I’d decided that the garden is one of those things I’m not going to stress about . . . whatever happens, happens. But that old itch is still there, and I have a sidekick who would be very disappointed if we didn’t plant some seeds. So we headed out to put the first peas in the ground; Spud was over the moon with excitement, and wanted to plant carrots as well. He’s been pestering me for weeks about when it will be spring. In fact, with blue skies and mild weather this morning, he looked out the window and declared that “Spring is here!”. I tried to tell him it would officially arrive in March, but he knows otherwise!