Gardening is a game of patience as Mother Nature will not be hurried. Each time I poke my head out to monitor my plants’ progess, I’m rewarded with what they haven’t done: died, wilted, given up. Ok, silver lining, I guess. But when I see the little fellas acutally perk up and stand tall (as tall as a few inches of green could at this point), I have hope that all is not lost. The Brussel sprout plants seem to be getting bigger. The tomatoes have stood their ground. Even the zucchini have risen up to prove that they may still yield . . . something. Even my marigolds and petunias may prove me wrong. Where I figured they had drowned, I now see little buds. And what’s more? The plot is largely weed-free! Sure the odd little thing pokes up and there are a couple of stubborn fixtures, but over all, the only thing TLC that my garden needs is for me to stand back and wait. And so . . . we wait.