Holy smokes, my garden is still alive. I will try not to brag too much so I don’t spoil it but here are some pics of some of the good:
Best part of today for me was time with my newly three-year-old wee. His sister was napping and we slipped outside together. I was transplanting some pepper plants from under some beans and marigolds to a sunnier locale. He got out his gardening tools and declared he wanted to plant some seeds. I showed him some gerbera daisies that were going to seed and he planted them all! He knows all the steps and was so proud to do it all himself. I think he has it too, that thing I got from my dad, that I-have-to-stick-my-hands-in-some-dirt thing. I hope it lasts, us spending time together with the earth. It’s the one thing my dad and I can always come back to, no matter the other stuff between us. Thanks again, earth, for these ongoing gifts!