It is March.
It is almost spring.
Today I will grow an herb.
The herb is rosemary.
I push seeds in the dirt and cover them.
I whisper to my tray every day.
"Grow, Little Rosemary, grow!" I say.
I run to Little Rosemary every day.
I water Little Rosemary every day.
She grows inside the dirt.
I wait and wait.
Then I see something green.
I put her by the window.
The sun shines.
Little Rosemary grows more leaves.
Little Rosemary smells good.
Little Rosemary is tall.
I take her home.
I am glad Little Rosemary is here.
I grew her by myself.