Monday, May 16, 2011
Benett loves to be in the garden nearly as much as I do... when Miss Ellie is too tired to stay and Gavin had other games to play, Benett stays with me... digging and planting, chattering and watering.
I love how his dirty little hands gently helped, sowing seeds. He would carefully take a "pinch" of seeds and sprinkle them in the row. (An act which required the "sprinkling" voice... a quiet-ish high pitched "prinkle... prinkle... prinkle...")
It's these quiet times... the simple actions that have had the biggest impact on me as a mom. This little person is testing and growing... learning by doing... finding out who he is. I'm so glad to be a part of that and teach him some meaning along the way.
There is something so special about this garden... it was once a neglected corner of the place where a field and a yard met... but it's grown into a visual representation of our family... It's grown as we have.
It's been loved and nurtured... It has taught us lessons. It has provided us with modest little harvests... with fruits and vegetables happily eaten by children, only because they grew them themselves. But most importantly, this little plot has provided us with memories that will remain with us for the rest of our lives.
Posted by Megan Boyum at 9:17 PM