I didn't even see it coming.
I was caught completely off guard.
I was tending my darling little garden all in my lonesome, enjoying the sun on my face and the cheerful chirping of my only companions, the birds, when all of a sudden I was being swarmed by armed wee Websters with the desire to usurp my title as "Queen of all Things that Grow" and relegate me to the lowly position of field hand.
I guess I should have seen it coming.
Initially, I tried to involve the children in the planting of our garden. I asked them to choose the seeds they would like to grow and tend to over the summer, but they quickly brushed this idea off. "No, thanks, mom, we have more important things to do". Really, I couldn't blame them. Their only experience with growing vegetables up to this point was "planting" bean seeds in wet paper towel back in Kindergarten and watching them grow until that fateful day when mama couldn't stand them cluttering her kitchen window anymore and threw them in the compost. Aahh . . . the horror of it all! So, I suppose when they saw this large plot of dirt and were told we were going to grow vegetables in it this summer, they thought I was crazy. "Whatever, mom".
Then, once school came to a close, I assigned them the duty of watering the garden each evening. They were less-than pleased with this new assignment, but they begrudgingly grabbed the watering can and gave the plants their much-needed drink for the day.
But then something happened.
Our garden began to grow!
And they wanted to be a part of it.
|Look closely. Beneath the flower and to the|
right you will see a tiny pea pod growing.