Ever so gently nurtured them on windowsills.
Very carefully hardened them off in the cold-frame at home.
With love, braved the mud, and planted them all out in neat rows at the allotment.
Only to see them decimated this week by the resident pesky allotment pheasant.
And for what? The darn thing doesn't even eat the shoots - just idiotically pulls them up in the hope of the odd worm maybe, if it's very very lucky, making an appearance.
Wanton vandalism that leaves me dreaming of shooting the darn pest....