Ah! Here is something little hands can do. Scoop a bucketful of water out of the creek and go down the bed, watering each little baby plant with a cup.
The very bottom edge of a big winter storm touched our town this last weekend. Just enough to leave us with six inches or so of snow on the ground and everything shut down for the weekend.
Months ago, I set up two little shop lights and placed four flats of seeds underneath. Those plants grew, and I put many of them out in the field to deal with fall and winter. And then I planted more and they grew.
Actual flower count at five months since starting-zero. Well, three if you count those that bloomed on the rosebushes before we planted them and cut them back.
This gardening thing. This farming thing. It won't go away, won't clear up, won't leave me in peace to walk around on top of the ground without wondering, if I dug it up, what could it grow?