The sun shined and the time came to start our summer garden. Despite the work it takes to keep a garden alive (especially since I tend to forget to water), I love watching the soil nourish the vegetables and little sprouts turn to large plants that yield tasty summer veggies.
My garden was a wreck as we started:
All dry dirt and weeds:
So Maddie, Luke, and I tilled the dirt, pulled all the weeds, and watered it.
The plants were ready for transplant.
And they seemed to fit right in. Maddie dug the holes, I put them in, and Luke helped cover the plants with dirt. While we still have some spaces to fill with plants next weekend, we did good.
Maddie and Luke did much work, and Luke got just a bit muddy:
But we all had a great time, and the hardest part now awaits us.
Waiting. Waiting for the tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers, peppers, beans, peas, and squash to grow. Every time I water I am amazed at how quickly and slowly the plants grow all at the same time. It’s like having kids, watching a sunrise, or eating a great meal. It’s life.
Today, I am thankful for sprouting life.
I am also thankful for a little lady bug who died a sad death at Luke’s fingertips. Luke was amazed and mystified by this little bug, and after watching it for about 10 minutes, seemingly a life time to a two year old, he picked that cute lady bug up and squished it.
Poor thing died pretty quickly.
The death of a lady bug, like the birth of some veggie plants, is reflective of life. Though I can make this analogy, Luke and Maddie seem beautifully immune to it. They dance around without thinking of the in-betweens of life and death. This is the bliss of youth, and for that, I am thankful.