We’re supposed to get a big rain soon, so I thought I’d try to get some seeds in the garden ahead of it. I planted squash and pumpkins and chard, things I think the rabbits won’t eat. And while I was digging in the lovely warm dirt, worrying that maybe the seeds were too old and that nothing would sprout, a thought occurred to me, one of gardening and a gardener’s hope: The only seeds you know for certain won’t grow are the ones you don’t plant.
