Slumber parties.

Their first night in the ground always leaves me apprehensive. Lone beacons of fresh greens in an open plain. The earth is awakening and there are empty bellies roaming.

Their pot homes become cloches. Their new beds make up an anchor for their hats. Sleep well, little starts.

Until the morning…

Now where to plant the 18 or so tomatoes still in pots…

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