They say St. Patricks day is the time to plant a garden. That was a month ago. It's not that I don't want to plant a garden - well maybe it is. I don't enjoy the planting part but I think it's the watering that makes me crazy. Life gets busy and I forget and the plant droops and I feel terrible - like I'm killing a living thing... So I avoided buying seeds or plants thinking I would let it slide this year. There is a drought and all... Then last week Dave went to OSH and came home with these lovelies.They've been sitting on the counter ever since. Waiting for someone to take pity on them and put them in the soil. Occasionally Dave waters them and I keep thinking I'll plant them, but so far - it hasn't happened.