The first thing I do when I wake up hungover as Ernest Hemingway probably started every day (or William Holden, for that matter) is worry about the kids. These are kids, I must remind you, that I resurrected from seed packets! They would not have had life had I not planted them in Miracle-Gro. Hmm, I'm getting into the abortion-debate territory here . . . would I have been a criminal for NOT planting them? But I digress.
Thank GOD nature is watering them, but they simply love being here. I wish I had that National Geographic fast-mo camera so I could see them following the sun, I really do.
It's very too bad that they will be part of dinner in the near future, because who in God's universe plots eating their own children?