Ah springtime. There are so many wonderful changes in the world. A clump of lily of the valley is proliferating in one of my beds, the bleeding hearts are bleeding, and we may be picking asparagus for the weekend. But this week, when I think of things that grow, it has to be my baby. She shot up sometime when I wasn't looking. For kicks I had her line up against the growth chart I made for the kitchen, and while every other of my children was about the same as they were at the end of February (except for my son, who shrunk because he cheated at the first measurement--that stinker), this one has grown about an inch. In less than two months. I didn't need the chart to see that it was happening, but there was still something shocking about it. Sigh.