Jezzabelle sighed and decided she had waited long enough to see if anything would go wrong with the seed just sitting there. It was time to cover it up with some top soil and get it ready to be watered. She went and checked her gloves...again...and proceeded to ever so carefully shovel soul into the pot.
With it all topped off nice and neat she softly applied pressure to pack the soil around the seed just not so much pressure that her poor little baby in the making would suffocate. That was the last thing she wanted to do to the little seed. She attacked her notes again when she was finished, crossing off the completed step. Looking at the last step she felt a little nervous but she wasn't there yet.