Yesterday morning, the string bean seedlings were only just breaking the surface of the soil.  This afternoon, a day and a half later, they are already three inches high.  If I were to pull up a chair, I could probably see the plants getting taller by the second.  It would be like watching a time-lapse video but in real time.  It is amazing to see them growing so fast.

When we planted these seeds less than a week ago, Rachel remarked that it is one of her favorite things to do in the garden.  One reason is that it is more active than many other gardening tasks and another is that it holds such promise, a true act of optimism.  You dig a hole, drop in a seed, cover it up and sprinkle on some water.  Although the ground looks no different from before you started, you hope—no, you know—that a new plant will emerge from that spot in a very short time.  It’s a matter of when, not if.

And when it does emerge, that is a truly wondrous moment.  I always feel a childlike sense of awe when I see seedlings pushing their way out of the ground, rising above the confines of the earth and spreading their tiny leaves broadly and proudly.  The feeling of freedom and release is exhilarating.  I suppose these emotions might fade with repetition (do commercial farmers feel this way?) but I hope not.  It is a rewarding sensation that keeps me motivated to keep on gardening.