There’s something therapeutic about working with my hands and now that Spring has somewhat arrived in Chicago, I have started making fragile promises of developing my green thumb by planting flowers and other greenery.

I call the promises “fragile” because I’ve made them before, only to watch them break as little sprouts wilt away.

It’s really sad because my 5 year old loves plants and watching things grow. He was going through a

The little green leaf in the middle belongs to a random seed

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