Last week we let the kids weed and water. I'm glad we did, because this week as soon as they got to the garden, they started to help us right away. Several little hands grabbed at the watering can, and even more were digging in the sand in seconds. I remember what it felt like when I was bit by the ladybug of curiosity about my mom's garden as a kid, and I also remember how happy she was to use my childish energy. It's funny how the events of my life, even the seemingly small ones, are moving in a circle.
It's so frustrating that some of our gardens aren't taking off as much as others, but that might take a couple of years of nutrients cycling through the soils, according to our fearless leaders. And water. Lots and lots of water. We need to do something about the bed sides too, because the sand on the paths is getting blown straight on top of the nice soil. We have been harvesting some local bamboo to border the beds, and we'll be building those next week. That should help keep sand out. Today I just kept finding myself staring with sad longing at the native lushness on the other side of the fence from our garden (shown below).
As with many things in life, gardening does take patience. We planted some nasturtium seeds a couple of weeks ago, and I didn't notice any sign of them until today (below). I was so happy to see them that I yelped. Did you know you can eat them? I hope they make it. I sang them a little bluegrass today, and that always seems to help.
Wishing you a wonderful and healthy weekend,
Emily Bornhop
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