The girls and I bought three pepper plants at the farm market. There is this really nice lady there who grows them naturally, and sells them for about two dollars each. Neglecting the chocolate bells, Cora asked for the Purple Beauties, to couple with my Carolina Red Bells and some Fish Hot Peppers.
We let the peppers sit in their cups during lunch, then tackled the cake after a short break. Once Nani left, Cora appeared at the back door. In her hands were two spades. "Lets do our peppers now Mommy. That's a Good Deal?"
"I will be out in a moment to plant the peppers." I responded. "I have to wait for the cake to come out of the oven."
Three minutes and one cake later, I stepped outside. There, gently patting the earth around the base sat Cora. She looked up at me with a serious expression. "It didn't all come out of the cup Mom." she said.
Actually, she got the root knot out of the cup. The plant itself never penetrated that deeply into the soil. Her gardening care was excellent. The leaves were undamaged and the plant the correct distance into the earth. The soil was repacked with the perfect firmness. Cora did not get her green thumb from me. Mine is slightly lethal.
I immediately dug up the perfectly planted pepper. It was in the best interest of the plant to be moved. It appears that I have one skill as a gardener that Ms. Junior Gardener does not. I manage to keep my produce confined to the garden bed instead of placing it in the center of the lawn.