Well, with spring having arrived it is time to amend our dirt and get to our summer planting. I did not, under any circumstances, think gardening was at all cool or interesting growing up. It always seemed the realm of gray haired old people – or at least people who should be old and have gray hair. Now that I am old and cannot pluck out all my gray hair anymore, gardening seems to make more sense. Not sure if that is a good thing, but anyways…
As a parent I appreciate what our garden teaches our girls. They complain about watering of course, and run hot and cold on the whole pulling weeds thing, but they have a good time digging up potatoes and pulling up carrots. And there is no shriek like that that comes from finding a steamed caterpillar in the broccoli we harvested for dinner. Damn things are a perfect broccoli shade of green, no matter how carefully I look for them one always seems to slip by.
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