Apparently, my faith has died.

Near the end of January, I was wandering the aisles of WalMart and found these cute little cups that had a disc of soil and some seeds. "These would be perfect for FHE!" I thought, and bought six. I tried to wait until the weather was a little warmer. A week or two later, I couldn't stand it and we had a nice little lesson about faith. The appropriate scripture was read, we sang the accompanying song, we talked about what faith is and things we can do to strengthen our faith. For our activity, we "planted" these sunflowers in their cups; the next day, we procured a little tray for them to live in, and I moved them into the window in Sweet Girl and Little Man's room. I dutifully opened the curtains every day and let them bask in the sunshine, I watered them every time I noticed the soil was dry. After a couple of weeks, we had some impressive shoots. For the past couple months, I've cared for them the best way I could with my black thumb. Even when the impressive shoots started to die down, and one by one they died, I kept watering, hoping that they'd rally around and make a comeback. However, yesterday I had to give in and admit that my faith has died:



All this time I've been deluding myself. Who knew? LOL








And apparently, DH isn't doing so hot, either:













But little children must have great faith. (That's probably why we're admonished so many times in the scriptures to be as a little child.) Because all the kids' sunflowers are still going strong!

Kiddo, Munchkin, Sweet Girl and Little Man's plants:









OK, so even if not all of them are thriving, at least they're green. *sigh*