Leek

I have grown them in flats. 

I have lain on the ground and tweezed the tiny seeds from a dish to the earth. 

I have danced frenzied fandangos over their patch of ground, sprinkling the seeds from a sieve waved high in the air.

Yet I have never even once enjoyed a crop of stout, hearty leeks, their succulent white bulbs crowned with the frosty blue sword blades.

Here is a mighty leek fresh from its seedling tray this morning:

As well, I transplanted a handful of these to the garden about a month ago, and they look just the same: single shafts of faerie hair.