I have a confession. While I love having vegetables growing in my yard, I'm not much for the actual gardening. The feeling of dirt under my fingernails gives me the heebie-jeebies. That's not to say I don't go ahead and do it anyway, I just don't enjoy it much.
That changed this weekend, when I helped Anna start her own vegetable plot. It was a totally spontaneous idea. We had planned to buy starts for our garden and it occurred to me to ask Anna if she'd like some of her own. She's been into random digging in the dirt lately, so it seemed like a natural progression. Actually, I thought she'd prefer flowers, since she's not much of a green-veggie eater (green smoothies and kale chips being the exceptions). But she said she'd like to grow veggies and she made her own selection. So far she's growing rainbow chard lettuce, and sorrel.
Helping her amend her little plot of dirt, working the compost into the heavy clay soil, and getting those sweet little plants into the earth felt so right that I didn't even mind the dirt under my fingernails.
1 comment:
That's great! Like you, I love the idea of gardening, less so gardening itself. But I think if you start at Anna's age, gardening actually feels good as you do it. (I've certainly read of such people.)
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