I think how our garden wouldn't exist if it weren't for Taylor's hard work and careful cultivation. I think how this is the first summer Henry can understand where food comes from. I think how Liza will love exploring new foods grown in our very own backyard. I think how I am glad we have this little plot and a local summer CSA to ensure we will be eating chemical-free locally grown vegetables all summer long. I think how I pledge to weed and tend to our garden every.single.summer yet never lift a finger or dirty my knees. Then I think about how Taylor works so hard in the garden and maybe this will be the summer I help out. But, then I realize maybe I am most helpful just thinking and pretending about helping. After all, I did pull all that dill out last summer...
I also do a lot of thinking about how different plants grow at different rates.
The beans are always the first to sprout and develop into real plants.
The peppers are the slowest to sprout so Taylor won't be eating his hot peppers until the fall.
The okra starts out slow but quickly grows into skinny little towers that will inundate our house with the one vegetable I can only tolerate when it is deep fried...
And this cute little plant of which I have no idea what it is, is just doing it's thing and taking it's time before it gives me a tell-tale indication of what vegetable it will produce for us to eat.
And, the more I think about our garden, the more I realize these plants and my babies have a lot in common.
They need need need.
But, they also give give give.
In their own time, they give back in their own unique way.
You can't rush them.
You can't change them.
All you can do is tend to them the best way you know and hope your little seedlings sprout into big productive plants one day.
But I won't lie, I'm not too worried about the future of our little garden or our little babies.
Both are very well tended to.