little sprout

Em and I started a bowl of cress seeds a day or two ago. She took great care sprinkling the tiny seeds onto the damp cotton pads, placing the bowl on a sunny, light window ledge, patiently watching for signs of growth. Today we conducted our daily inspection, excited to find seedlings stretching toward the light, stems twisting and tangled like medusa's snakes. Sadly my little sprout hasn't exhibited the same vigour today. She's been pale, wan and slept the morning away. Fighting another cold I'll wager.