Starting a vegetable garden (also: horses!)
As it turns out, it’s hard to find time to shower when you have a newborn, let alone ready the soil, plant a garden, maintain a garden and stay on top of a garden’s bounty. Roy’s first foods were purchased from our local farmer’s market. It was a delicious, low-maintenance and fun second-place option.
I’m happy to report that one year later, a lot more showers are happening in this household. And so, over Memorial Day weekend, we headed to the farmer’s market to purchase our seedlings.
If Clint doesn’t look 100% thrilled, it’s likely because he’s tended a vegetable garden before. I haven’t. And I may have stated that I do want to garden, but I do not want to dig. Guess who’s fated to wind up the grunt on this family project?
After we got our seedlings, eggs (organic), baguette (wheat), jerky (beef) and a few veggies, we went in for the finale: a horse-drawn wagon ride. Little did we know, the planets were perfectly aligned to turn it into The Coolest Horse-Drawn Wagon Ride Ever.
It was the first time he’d seen a horse that wasn’t smaller than he was and stuffed. He was mesmerized. Giggled the entire time. The rest of the week, we’d say, “Remember the horse?” and Roy would light up and mimic its exaggerated chewing style, complete with lolling tongue movements.
So we climbed up into the wagon and burrowed in among the other parents and wide-eyed kids. The horses clip-clopped into a downtown parking lot that borders the railroad tracks, and wouldn’t you know it, right then, a train rumbles by. Roy’s first real-live choo-choo—while being pulled by real-live horses. My god. Could life get any better?
Turns out, yes. Yes, it could. The horses make a U-turn and saunter past a construction site. There, right next to the wagon, is a giant excavator. I mention this term with conviction because I see one every. single. day. in what has long been Roy’s book of choice, simply titled, Trucks. There was a three-month period when it was the first (and only) word out of his mouth in the morning, until we commenced the day’s first reading. “Truck? Truck? Truck?” So here we are: Horse, choo-choo and really, really, big and legendary truck. This is what’s known in our household as a baby mind freak.
That afternoon, we got the garden planted minutes before the rain hit.
Clint did all the digging.
It was a lovely day.Add a Comment