I loved how much each child worked in the garden this summer. After breakfast, Gage would randomly call out, “Goin’ to the garden!” And barefoot, he’d go through the backdoor and over the chicken wire and pull weeds, examine caterpillars, talk sweetly to his cornstalks, and pick any vegetables that were ready.
Kjel LOVED going out with her little bucket to pick green beans for dinner.
We ate A LOT of green beans this summer. Oh, they were delicious. Roasted with garlic, or in a stir-fry. We all love green beans around here, so it was really wonderful. We liked eating them raw, too.
We loved the sweet peas while they lasted, but we must’ve done something wrong because they started dying very quickly in the season.
Gage’s cornstalks gave us a handful of ears of corn that we absolutely savored.
Will’s carrots are still in the ground. I plan on digging them up when I’m done convalescing. I love that word.
Our pumpkins are a sad story of failure. We knew very little about what were doing and half-doubted anything would happen. But one day, GINORMOUS pumpkin vines spread across the yard, and the bright orange flowers bloomed, and we were convinced we’d have thirty or forty pumpkins. We did have TWO pumpkins begin to grow. And then a family of mice found one and enjoyed it heartily. The other one may have had a fighting chance, except that the pumpkin vines had started attacking our tomatoes and we knew it was time to chop them down and give the other producing vegetables a fighting chance.
So we killed the pumpkins. Sad but true.
One day we found a red snake in the garden. Merit made her kissing face and DEMANDED, “Kiss it, nake.”
Will’s favorite chore was watering. One day I playfully sprayed him with the hose and never have I felt so ashamed! He looked at me like he was Julius Caesar and I was Brutus.
We all spent much time, cumulatively, going outside and just looking at the garden. Poking and prodding and pulling a few weeds, but mostly just looking at it, shaking our heads in wonder that stuff grew!
We considered for buying a new house this summer. We ultimately decided not to, but Gage at one point said, “Guys, if we move we can’t take the swing OR the garden OR the shed with us.” Sold.
We have big plans for next year. A separate patch for green beans, tomatoes more in the sun, carrots more carefully lined up so we can weed more easily.