Gardening
Tilled my little garden plot last night, planted tonight. Onions, carrots, radishes. Will do beans and peas week after next. When I got home my daughter was crying because the wife had told her it was too late to go play at the neighbors; we were going inside right after planting. I guess, when you’re eight, things seem like they’re going to last forever. She thinks if mommy says she can’t play with Kenny tonight, she’ll say the same thing all summer.
So I do what I can to assure her; she’s a doll but sometimes I fear I’m spoiling her rotten. We trudge off downhill for some planting- I rake the freshly tilled earth and she pokes little holes with her kid finger to drop seeds into. Then stomps them with her Scooby Doo tennis shoes. Seed packets are stuck onto sticks and jammed into the ground. By the end of planting she’s forgotten all about not getting to play with Kenny. And I’ve learned a valuable lesson myself: Give the best here and now you can to your children. They won’t remember promises, or problems, but they’ll remember what you do with them.
i gardened with my parents. wish i could plant one now. damn homeowners assoc.
Mlah, you can always put in some patio tomatoes in planters. Even the odd pepper plant. They flower, so they can’t be against the homeowners assoc.
I don’t have children;I don’t like them. But I understand perfect love. Well done, time is really the only currency there is.
Chris, I once, not long ago, felt exactly as you do. Vehemently enough that I came very close to having myself surgically altered to prevent that from happening to me.
Things change, people change. No, I’ll never be a Democrat, but I surprised myself when our daughter came. Never rule anything out.