Sleds and Seeds

Well, Old Man Winter is paying a long visit in Tennessee, depositing snow and weather cold enough to make me want to raise my own flock of geese for a steady supply of down.  Last Saturday, Thomas spent the morning sledding with Lance and then came in to help me start my onion seeds.  Such activities are good markers for maturity.  Last year, he whined about climbing hills and pulling sleds, and his idea of planting seeds was scattering dirt around on the floor.  During this year's snow day, however,  he proudly proclaimed, "I am going to pull my sled by myself this year." And with a pair of tweezers, he patiently selected onion seeds one at a time and deposited them in neat rows in the seed tray--a task that even I find tedious.  Of course the lure of hot chocolate was enough to make him channel his inner cave boy, though.