Spring, Growing, Green


Daily Prompt: Mad Libs

Turn to your co-workers, kids, Facebook friends, family — anyone who’s accessible — and ask them to suggest an article, an adjective, and a noun. There’s your post title! Now write.

Two and a half weeks ago, winter had one last laugh at us, whipping us with a winter storm. This spring reminded me of a joke told in our small elementary school’s news letter:

Today, though, it was 24 C and my daffodils are bloom and countless other shoots are breaking through the soil. There is nothing like the new, fresh green of spring. It feels like my eyes are drinking in green like a parched desert traveller stumbling upon an oasis just in time to save his life. This was a very late spring, it is already May 2 but I refuse to complain. I will delight in warm earth, green shoots and buds,  birds singing.

I used to do most of my gardening surrounded by babies, toddlers and kids. I love to dig in the warm earth without gloves so that I am able to feel the moist earth as well as inhale its rich aroma. This love of dirt connected with my children’s fascination with dirt and even toddlers dug with a small plastic shovel in their own area near me while I was free to garden to my heart’s content. For me, the garden was always the children’s domain as well as mine because I wanted them in the garden, connecting with the earth.

As my kids participated in planting seeds, watering growing plants and picking fruit and vegetables, they became attuned to the rhythms of nature. They marveled at the power packed in a tiny seed because after planting one bean seed, they soon ate handfuls of green beans that they picked themselves. They had the freedom to pick and eat beans, snow peas, raspberries, strawberries and carrots straight from the garden as snacks because they were not banned from a perfect, show piece garden.

Our gardens were lush and colourful but not gorgeous show pieces.I The toughest  perennial flowers were the only ones that survived at our house, ones that could withstand being yanked, stood on and sat on. The gardens were and are huge, containing many more fruit and veggies than we could eat because we grew enough to give away to our generous friends and family for bartering with. Our family even grows enough  for the wild animals surrounding our little acreage because, in their opinion, our garden is their own personal restaurant.

Now my adult offspring come every Mother’s day with bedding plants and muscles to work for hours on the thing they know gives me the most pleasure, my meandering gardens.

 

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14 thoughts on “Spring, Growing, Green

  1. We are a little cold here also, and I am in the south! Had to once again pull out the “dog blankets,” as their fur is just not good enough for me. 🙂 Loved the picture and the post, most of all all of those kids standing out there. What you are giving to them, they will take with them. What wonderful adults they will be! Great post and God Bless, SR

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  2. Lovely way to bond with children and for them to bond with nature. ps. In Melbourne Australia we are famous for four seasons – in one day. Keep the brollies handy. 🙂

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  3. Oh, we have +12 C… Your description of four seasons in Canada applies so well to Finland, too. – Fortunately I can enjoy looking at your photos and reading about your activities in the garden – while I wait for the warmer days to start. 🙂

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  4. Fun! I think its awesome that they still garden with you! I have started with my two babies, and my three year old thinks its wonderful. Veggies are so much more important to them when they grow them, not to mention the fun and bonding times 🙂

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  5. I’ve just read about the daffodils… mostly from Wordsworth, and seen pictures… one more to it, and when will I see one… well something I want to see before I say a goodbye to this world – the snow, and the daffodils…

    Thank you for the sight, Melanie 🙂

    Ashes

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