well, truth be told, he actually addressed the letter to tristan and put him in charge of helping me plant it and keeping it watered. tristan was thrilled to be enlisted to help in such an Important Task, and kept asking me when we were going to plant "grandad's seeds" until finally, last week i got around to it.
i poked the holes in the dirt and he put the seeds in. the seedlings will be thinned once they've sprouted so that there will only be 2 or 3 plants in the planter, which is a good thing since those seeds were tiny and i've got a feeling that many more seeds were scattered than what was intended despite the utmost care taken by my little gardener-in-training.
sowing seeds is very intense work, and by this time it had started sprinkling outside (i know! such wonderful early summer weather for a very pregnant girl!), but he just pulled his hood over his head, sat on a chair and kept working hard.
we set the planter in an empty space in the vegetable garden and made sure that it was near enough to the kitchen window so that tristan can take a peek now and then to see if his seeds need watering. samuel had nothing to do with helping out, but he was there to make sure that the spot we picked was a good one.
grandad had left specific instructions in his letter saying that if any money was leftover from buying the potting soil, that it was to go towards an ice cream cone! and so we happily went through the drive thru and tristan got an ice cream, generously sharing little licks with his brother and mommy.