Man! I just love playing in the dirt!
I love picking up a handful of hard, dry, compacted clay from our garden — and slowly crumbling it between my fingers. I love the coarse texture. I love the dusty, earthy smell.
It’s definitely not the best soil in the world (it’s still a work in progress), but y’know what?
It’s mine — and that makes all the difference.
And for better or for worse, I think my little girl is following in my footsteps.
A few weekends ago (prior to the wicked winds and subsequent snowfall), my little monkey and I got to spend a good 4 hours unrolling drip-tubing, piecing together PVC pipes, staking down hoses, and finally, planting pea seeds.
Later that night, as the snow was flying outside, she helped me plant several flats full of onion seeds.
A day or two after that, we planted the cabbages and peppers in their little yogurt cups.
And just last week, the two of us spent the evening planting broccoli, kale, celery, tomatoes, and ground cherries.
We’ve pretty much filled each and every South-facing window sill in the house, and we still haven’t started the tomatillos and cherry tomatoes yet…
I don’t know how many containers full of potting soil have accidentally been spilled in the garage, or how many times I’ve had to remind my little “helper” that we only put 2 or 3 seeds in each cup (not a whole handful). One thing’s certain though, I absolutely LOVE the excitement and enthusiasm of a 3-year-old, and I love playing in the dirt.
After all, it’s that time of year!