Pretty sure this has something to do with counting your chickens before they hatch. Last week I was making plans for scallion cream cheese and firing up the oven for my roasted beets. This week the outlook is much bleaker. My baby plants appear to have roasted in the sun, with no rain, while we were out of town last weekend.
So sorry, baby plants. Your life was much too short. I will remember you always.
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