The raised bed continues to produce. So far, it has been prolific with the peas, and the volunteer squash has required thinning as it blossoms like mad. The row of beets and carrots should now be ready for harvesting, so we pulled a few on Saturday. Such great colors. My daughter loved grasping the stems and lifting food from the soil. The carrots are eaten, and the beets have joined those from the farm share in the fridge.
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Not feeling blue at all, actually. The garden looks great, the yard looks great, and it was fun hanging out there on Monday afternoon with the kids. Admittedly, changing the tire of my car twice and cleaning up after a shredded diaper were no treat, but sitting on the back porch blowing bubbles, investigating how ripe the blueberries have gotten, and planting my daughter’s bean sprouts from school in the midst of a rampant growth of squash, peas, carrots, and beets made for a good day.
We left for the weekend, and the garden was doing fine. We came back, and it seemed to be a jungle. The peas sported delicate white flowers, the volunteer squash are threatening to take over the world, and the beets have really leafed out. Even the carrots seem to be standing taller. One batch of lettuce is peeking out from behind some squash leaves. The only major casualty thus far has been the sunflowers that turned into someone’s snack and the one blueberry bush that just gave up. With five others going strong, I think that is fine. Yay for much greenness in our garden.
Saturday morning, I got out of bed when my son started making noise. I changed his horrible morning diaper and headed downstairs to try to catch a bit more sleep before the official wake up time. I did shut my eyes, but he started banging and yelling, so sleep wasn’t to be had. My wife got the kids up and out of bed, but she had to leave shortly thereafter. I made breakfast while she got ready, and then it was a full day of solo parenting.
I had hoped for slightly warmer weather, but it was still fairly cool. After a run for groceries and more supplies for the raise bed, I gave the kids lunch and put my son to sleep. Luckily, he had a long nap even though he fell asleep in the car during the morning. After finally catching a bit of down time, I took my daughter outside where she planted her new pink dragonfly in various spots around the garden, and we worked together to plant three rows of peas and a row of beets. The hum of the monitor told us that my son was asleep, and we just had a nice, if chilly, time in the yard playing in the garden. These seeds may or may not grow, but my daughter was so excited to do the planting that it doesn’t matter if we have a terrible fail rate. We have seeds in the ground.
How long will this last?
Daughter: I think it is time for dessert.
Mother: What do you want?
Daughter: Frozen peas and corn.
Dad: internal laughter threatens to leak out of my head
My daughter asks for all kinds of things for dessert. Carrots, more dinner, even at times broccoli. I am sure we will pay for this later.
In Boston, we have had a stretch of cold, rainy weather. Many people gripe about it, but I see it in several ways. First, this is New England, and this is the weather that is normal. If I get bent out of shape by it being how it normally is, I am setting myself for being bent out of shape on a regular basis. Another way of looking at the cool, rainy weather is from the perspective of being out in it and observing what it does. The plants love it, the birds sing loudly in it, and the earth surges with life. For this, I love the cool and the rain.
And my garden loves it, too! Strangely, the peas are not thriving this year, but I am sure we will get something from them. The beets and carrots look like they’ll put something out. We might get five or six beets. The corn and sunflowers are growing very nicely. We have ornamental corn and strawberry popcorn growing. I am excited for those, and so is my daughter. These are seeds she selected at the store, and she regularly stops in to see how the plants are growing. Also, some plant grew out of the compost I put in the ground, so I am letting it grow. I think it will be some sort of squash or melon. We’ll see.
One time when we visited my parents’ house, my daughter was introduced to Peter Rabbit. She was horrified even with my quick editing of how Peter’s father was caught and cooked by Farmer McGregor. Her eyes went very big and round, and I stumbled over a rational and dithered before plunging ahead with the story. Of course, she fixated on that part of the story and opened the book to that page to have it read again and again.
Now, she is quite a bit more sympathetic to Mr. McGregor. At least she now does not like having rabbits eat her garden. They have been after the pea plants. I was wondering why we were not seeing them push past the weeds and start to climb, but on closer inspection, the tops have all be nipped off. It seems that tasty new pea shoots are the main course for the neighborhood bunny that hops around in the morning and evening.
My daughter is, “frustrated,” by this behavior. I don’t think she would connect it to food; she still doesn’t connect the chicken and occasional beef she eats with the animals from which they come. I do think, however, that she is tired of her plants being chewed and stunted. These are the lessons of having a garden: the joyful, the anticipation, and the frustration.