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few weeks ago I helped plant a “patchwork” garden box with some third graders.
After thirty minutes of crouching in the hot sun to plant and water dozens of seeds, one of the boys
exclaimed, “Wow! This is SO fun!” and another asked if he could take home seeds
to do this at his house. A few days later my family worked with a struggling
neighbor, whose children may have never used a yard tool before. Over two days
and four hours my kids and I worked with 3 young men, a young woman, and 5
young children. They were absolutely thrilled to be industrious, to contribute,
to get dirty, to look at bugs, and most of all, to be important enough to be entrusted with a job.
Someone recently asked me how I got into gardening. After a moment
of reflection, I responded, “Well, I never got out of it.” I have been in the
mud, the berries, the weeds, the bugs since infancy. I helped my parents in the
garden and when they didn't plant, my sister and friends at age 10 grew our
own garden in hopes of making lots of money (by August there were so many
grasshoppers in my 6-ft corn rows I wouldn’t even enter, much less pick and
sell it). I can’t help weeding if I see weeds. And every February my soul
yearns for delicate green life, no matter how much I vowed the summer before
that I was done with gardening.
Yesterday I had one of those victories that would
have been so easy to miss. I brought in some spinach and left it on the kitchen
counter, then went to the other room to listen to my answering machine. When I
came back I found a trail of salad dressing drips that ended at my 3-yr old’s face. Overlooking the generous smears of dressing I said, “Wow,
what’s this?” She mumbled through a full mouth, “I ate da spinach all gone.” A
kid who sneaks into the spinach for a snack? I think she’s on her way to
knowing how to feed herself someday. Have you fed your inner gardener today?
We are negotiating a contract with the city, our steering committee is evolving, and more than 30 kinds of vegetables are growing. We always appreciate help and hope to see you this Saturday morning between 8 and 10/11am.
I love it! Sadly, my spinach sort of "bit the dust." Were we really planning to sell our harvest in fourth grade? That's so funny. When I was home last weekend, I looked through the old photo album and showed Caitlin photos of you and me with Dad in the garden when we were toddlers. I also told her the story of the snake around the strawberry plant. And the time you ate all those green strawberries. We are definitely gardeners at heart! I also can't help myself when it comes to weeding. I have no qualms about attacking a neighbor's weeds. I doubt they were being saved for a special occasion. Keep up the great work!
ReplyDeleteAwww, I love that she ate all the spinach! I've loved having fresh vegetables this year and trying new recipes. The salad's we've made this past week with the lettuce have been restaurant worthy and yet have been so simple. We consider ourselves lucky to live in such a kick butt neighborhood. :)
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