“I see you’ve got a cabbage plant that’s still hanging in there,” my son, Dave noticed.
That was during Christmas break. How that plant had managed to make it through most of December, I don’t know.
Then it was late January, and there it was, still alive. It seemed impossible.
“Did you know there’s one green plant left in your garden?” Lori was looking through her binoculars, watching the snow falling when she eyed the lone survivor in my very dormant vegetable garden.