They had been studying plants and seeds at school and there were hours spent creating and working on a honeybee project. As a class they are growing beans from seed in crumpled, moist tissue paper and plotting it’s progress.
She asked if she could have her own garden. All her own – to be looked after and cared for only by her. She wanted to choose what went into the garden and already had a list in her head of what she’d like to grow.
Of course I said yes.
A large old tin stock trough was deemed the perfect place. Completely overgrown with weeds, she was undaunted and toiled away one afternoon clearing out the weeds and filling it back up with a lovely rich soil and compost mix in preparation for the planting.
She’s been diligent about watering the seedlings and ecstatic about the little green shoots bursting forth through the soil. It’s exciting to watch her delight and I can’t help but share her enthusiasm.
I hope this experience gives her enough pleasure so that she wants to go on planting and growing.
I hope she really does learn to love the dirt under her fingernails and the rich, earthy smell of soil, the thrill of watching something grow and the joy of tasting utterly fresh produce straight from your own garden.
I hope she loves it enough that she becomes a gardener for life.
After all, what could be better than that?