We started Jack's first garden--heirloom sweetpeas, nasturtiums, and the beautiful morning glory Jennifer sent our way last year--I love the age of three.
Our oldest (now 8) has really been into gardening lately: creating her own secret garden in a corner of the backyard, successfully transplanting plants from elsewhere in the process. Turns out that the community garden plot we had for the girls was ignored because it was too far away, but being able to slip into the backyard and nurse the plants, even before school, makes a big difference.
Oh, how sweet. Last year, when Eliza was around 16 months, we "planted" a garden. She played in the dirt, of course, and I have some really great pictures from it. This year, some of those wonderful flowers returned. :)
I miss the age of three. I remember when Sam was three--just enough mastery of self and language to turn to the world with total attention and adoration. How they go back and forth between really taking in the world and needing to focus on some new growth struggle.
It's such a wonderful age. Yesterday he spent most of the morning watching the ants scurry on the sidewalk. And of course, for me now everything's new again--that's the reward.
He's also going through that lovely stage of control freak--ordering us around, but even that's amusing after surviving this stage the first time around. ;-)
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i love morning glory, we have had them for years now. good luck with the garden! look forward to pics in full bloom, x m
Our oldest (now 8) has really been into gardening lately: creating her own secret garden in a corner of the backyard, successfully transplanting plants from elsewhere in the process. Turns out that the community garden plot we had for the girls was ignored because it was too far away, but being able to slip into the backyard and nurse the plants, even before school, makes a big difference.
Oh, how sweet. Last year, when Eliza was around 16 months, we "planted" a garden. She played in the dirt, of course, and I have some really great pictures from it. This year, some of those wonderful flowers returned. :)
I miss the age of three. I remember when Sam was three--just enough mastery of self and language to turn to the world with total attention and adoration. How they go back and forth between really taking in the world and needing to focus on some new growth struggle.
It's such a wonderful age. Yesterday he spent most of the morning watching the ants scurry on the sidewalk. And of course, for me now everything's new again--that's the reward.
He's also going through that lovely stage of control freak--ordering us around, but even that's amusing after surviving this stage the first time around. ;-)
Do y'all have the children's book, Planting a Rainbow? Pearl (age 2) and I like it.
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