As of last night, I had given up! I wanted to grow grass in our Easter baskets for the egg hunting this year. I finally got everything together to do so last weekend. (Can you say PROCRASTINATOR?)
We lined the baskets with a trash bag and added potting soil.
The kids covered the soil liberally with grass seed.
We watered and set them in the sun.
Last night I checked them one more time before going to bed and nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a blade of grass in sight.
“Next year,” I told myself, “Next year, I will remember to plant the grass earlier!”
So this morning, when Kirk checked the baskets, I was surprised at his response. He called me over to look and …