I'm getting a late start on our garden this year. Given I'm still unpacking the final boxes from our move, and trying to organize the house room by room, I've not had a lot of time or mental capacity to commit to planning our garden. Sadly, my original move in tactic of tossing boxes willy nilly and praying they'd unpack themselves, didn't work as planned. Now, I'm desperately trying to play catch up with trying to get seeds started, the land cleared, and garden planned and planted in what was once the former homeowner's pig pen.
I'm hopeful the soil will be magnificently fertile considering the former occupants, and the height of all the weeds and grass. But, given the consistency of the clay that's more or less parading itself as soil, that's to be determined.
I firmly believe that children should get dirty on a regular basis. At least that's my excuse for my wild things. And, that they know why and how things grow. All three were in and out of the garden over the course of the weekend, and we all learned a lot.
We stopped and watched all manner of insects and spiders. We discussed topics such as soil needs, paired planting, and pollinators. We each took turns talking about which veggie or fruit we looked forward to eating most. And, then there are the things that were said that can't be unheard. Or, made up for that matter.
Here's just a smattering of my favorites from over the course of the weekend tending the garden and farm in general.
No! Chickens do not ride on goats! Put the chicken down.
I told you not to water Mama. I've already grown all I'm going to grow.
How can one little bitty wear so much mud? Isn't that heavy?
Well, it's not gardening till someone needs a tetanus shot.
No, Goat Jumping isn't a thing. Only kids jumprope. No, not those kids. Never mind.
And, my personal favorite:
"We're going to build a lasagna garden."
"Oh, I love lasagna! Wait! How does lasagna grow? I thought it was made in the kitchen."
I'm hopeful the soil will be magnificently fertile considering the former occupants, and the height of all the weeds and grass. But, given the consistency of the clay that's more or less parading itself as soil, that's to be determined.
I firmly believe that children should get dirty on a regular basis. At least that's my excuse for my wild things. And, that they know why and how things grow. All three were in and out of the garden over the course of the weekend, and we all learned a lot.
We stopped and watched all manner of insects and spiders. We discussed topics such as soil needs, paired planting, and pollinators. We each took turns talking about which veggie or fruit we looked forward to eating most. And, then there are the things that were said that can't be unheard. Or, made up for that matter.
Here's just a smattering of my favorites from over the course of the weekend tending the garden and farm in general.
No! Chickens do not ride on goats! Put the chicken down.
I told you not to water Mama. I've already grown all I'm going to grow.
How can one little bitty wear so much mud? Isn't that heavy?
Well, it's not gardening till someone needs a tetanus shot.
No, Goat Jumping isn't a thing. Only kids jumprope. No, not those kids. Never mind.
And, my personal favorite:
"We're going to build a lasagna garden."
"Oh, I love lasagna! Wait! How does lasagna grow? I thought it was made in the kitchen."
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