With silver bells and cockle shells.

I planted our winter garden at my sister's house last week. The seeds sprouted and I love them so much. In the few waking hours I've been here, I've checked on them four or five times. It would be embarrassing to check on them as much as I want to, but fortunately, the littler nephew is as fascinated as I am.

He comes up to me, signing food. "What's that, Smalls? Food? Food grows in the garden. Let's go look!" I scoop him up and we go look at the sprouts. Or he'll come over, asking "agua, agua?" I answer him. "You're right, baby! We should water the garden!" He's gonna be a gardener, I can tell.

There will be arugula and kale and chard and beets and carrots and lettuces. If my sister lets me borrow her camera, I'll show you pictures of all of them later.