We've gotten into a lovely tradition of planting a fruit and vegetable garden every spring. Grandma and Papa come over, loaded with soil, their special tools, and an array of plants to help us turn a tattered gardening box into something lovely. I certainly can't consider myself a particularly green thumb, but I do love the process thoroughly. I love weeding out the old, while discovering all the remarkable things that thrived while we've ignored our garden all these months- worms, rolly pollies, snails, spiders, and tenacious strawberries have been flourishing! I love watching the kids getting their hands dirty (literally) as they dive right into the task, eager to dig and explore. I love sharing something so timeless with grandparents and children- a respect for growth, and life, and nature that we all feel deep in our hearts and can connect with. Last year I was very pregnant with Catherine while I was pulling out weeds and sewing seeds, determined not to let my huge tummy slow me down. How surreal it was to see Catherine playing on a blanket this year, as Lizzy and Peter worked away. Plants aren't the only things growing around here, and there is something distinctly precious and lovely about watching children tenderly plant a garden, with wonder and excitement in their eyes.
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