Its Official

One week ago, Jason and my father tilled, myself and my mother raked.
We used a stick and some yarn and make rows.
And I planted seeds, buried them, and wore a cowboy hat to keep the sun off my neck and face.

One week later, its official. I can grow things. I have watered and watched, waited and waited. Its here. 

Below, you will see the first sprouts of my labors. Radishes. I have grown something. And they are cute.
What else can a grow? Unfortunately, Creeping Charlie.