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The plants are maturing and we’re beginning to reap the rewards. One day I went out and picked a cucumber. I sent a message to my daughter. E. will be happy to see cucumbers. “Can you bring the girls one day soon to see the garden?”
Several days later, they came, ready to see how it looked. Sure enough, there was another cucumber waiting to be picked. E loves cucumbers.
“You need to share that.”
And she agreed.
Her sister, A., didn’t want to be in this picture. She wished for one of her own. Industriously, watering the strawberry plants, she got her wish.
It was a good time of day to water, at early evening. We were having a hot dry spell with no rain so the plants were ready for a drink. We had to fill the small watering bucket again and again. Of course other plants got a drink too while the girls and their Mom were at our place.
The girls might have been surprised to see how the plants had grown. There were even the beginnings of tiny tomatoes. “I saw them, ” E. said. They both love the tiny tomatoes and will be happy to help pick, and eat, them when they’re big enough and ripe.
We could have quite a lot of zucchinis growing, but no worries. Our family likes zucchini and my daughter, Laura, has one of those spiralizer machines that cuts the vegetable very thin.
My parsley plant has seen better days. Here’s hoping I can find another plant to replace it, even this late in the summer. Our granddaughters, even the one with selective taste buds, like to pinch off a piece and eat it right there at the garden
This morning when I went out to take photos of the garden, I saw my neighbour in her yard. After a bit of conversation, I offered her a basil plant and so we got to talking about how to use it.
A few days ago I posted over at Canadian Writers Who Are Christian about lessons in gardening.
Read the first bit of it here:
I’m teaching my granddaughters who are 4 and 6 about gardening. It’s an ongoing lesson. They enjoy helping me plant and giving the plants a drink. I’m sure they’d be like me, as a child, if it was a large garden, dreading the long rows, but ours are much shorter than the large garden we had on the farm.
|posing by the garden with her own tools|
The garden teaches about growing. After sowing seeds, we look forward to seeing those first shoots poke above the ground. The children are gentle with the tender small plants that we set in the ground. They know that water helps the plants grow and so they love to get out the watering can and help it along.
Read more here.
I had some help again this year in planting our vegetable garden. You might say I’m training the next generation, engaging them while they’re eager to help me, but they’re also enjoying it.
At Easter, I bought both girls their own gardening tools, a set in blue and one in green, a shovel and little rake. The girls were excited about finally using their tools and liked digging the holes for the plants and pressing them in the soil very gently.
We planted tomatoes, cucumber, zucchini, a neat specialty lettuce and herbs (basil). And we planted the morning glory seeds too.
Of course we posed after the work was done so we could show the results. And we watered the holes and put the plants in after, because it was such a hot afternoon.
The watering bucket is heavy when it’s full, but she’s strong.
After all that work, we need to sit under the umbrella and have a cold drink.
And we’re happy that all this work has been done.
Making time for a bit of fun. We love to blow bubbles together.
A mere few weeks later, with sunshine and rain, our plants and seeds are growing.
Morning glories need thinning. I think every seed sprouted.
Transplanted mint is doing well.
Zucchini has blossoms
Cucumber plants are doing well too. One little girl will be very happy about that.
And tomatoes are doing well too, growing straight and tall. One little plant needs setting in some pot yet.
Let’s see what a few more weeks of sunshine and rain (or watering) take the garden.
Yesterday when doing business at our bank and mentioning about my father’s death, our advisor expressed her condolences and something about making memories. She said,”You’re still making memories.” That’s so true. We’ve got many.
If all the photos that we collected over the years were put into a slide show, it would go on quite awhile. Indeed, the one made for our father’s 90th birthday in January by my sister Kim was quite lengthy, but Dad enjoyed every minute of it on that day, soon after and even while he was in hospice.
I’m glad we recorded all we did on camera film and then digital. We have serious, proud and funny moments, for Dad was a kind fun-loving guy. And so today, I’ll share some from my collection which is considerably smaller, but still special.
The Tavistock Fall Fair when Dad drove the restored tractor in the parade
Mom and Dad’s wedding day
Member of the Nith Valley Singers for about 10 years (left, in front row)
Dancing with my father at my daughter Adrienne’s wedding
Joining in the fun at our granddaughter’s birthday
Dad walking with one of his great grandsons though the bush lot, as he did with us each spring
Dad and Mom, this past winter, saying goodbye, after a visit with granddaughter and her small one
There are many so more, some at community events where Dad was active, beyond his own family and farm acreage, including the Tavistock Agricultural Society, the church we attended, and extended family gatherings. Too many to number. A life well lived, and a husband (for my mother), father, grandfather and great grandfather well loved.