Today I put on my purple gardening galoshes and tramped around the backyard, planting one garden box, checking on the tomatoes, raking the corner garden, picking up stray rocks, rescuing a baby bird from a window well, scaring off a cat who wanted to eat said bird, and watering my droopy basil plant. As I scattered tiny seeds for carrots, lettuce, spinach, cucumber, and dill, I thought the same thing I always think when I plant seeds: these are never gonna grow. I'm not sure why I have such little faith in seeds. They actually always do grow. It just feels like a mad science experiment each year that becomes so successful I keep repeating it.