thing are look beautiful in thegarden , thanks in big part to the sprinkler . It ’s been abominably dry here , and I have been water nearly everyday .
This is for certain not my usual M.O. I have rarely had to water in the past ( peradventure a fistful of times each summer ) because I mulch so well and have tried my darndest to pick drought - tolerant plant . But with all the newfangled planting we did this year , watering is a necessity . It ’s drive me crazy to use so much water , but I know if we do n’t , we will end up replacing dead plant and sow in yet another new lawn . I ’m track my finger’s breadth for a short more pelting over the coming weeks so I can put the sprinkler back in the shed .
On a cocksure note , the dry weather meant our first official company on thenew patiowent off without a halt . Last evening , we invited over some long - time friends and their four little boys . They make out for apicnicand campfire , and then the boys camped out in tents in the backyard ( until they acquire scared and had to come within to get any actual sleeping done ) .
I sometimes forget that not every kid has a garden , nor do they have the opportunity to eat something fresh from the ground . They boys wanted to explore the veg plot of ground last Nox and were utterly thrilled when I showed them the carrots , allowed each of them to toil one up , rinse the roots off with the hose and then encouraged them to exhaust the carrots with the super acid still attach . I ca n’t say they were a strike , but at least they try them . My son , of line , has eaten carrots from the garden many times , but somehow seemed to be more excited about it this go - stave . find out his friends so excited must have rubbed off on him .
Then another big moment of excitement happened this daybreak when I indicate them theraspberry , blackberry and blueberry patch ! They were mad to share the berry with their mom and dad and even with one another . Everyone got to strain some ( even baby Nick who is not quite walk ) .
When we were done , I wished so severely that there were more to reap . Charlie , the son who is closest to my boy ’s age , cried when he dropped his last blackberry and was unable to eat it . His pop launch a ersatz ruddy Bronx cheer , which only slightly tamed his dashing hopes . Near as I can tell , they left with the intention of planting some blueberries andstrawberriesof their own . ( I promised to share as many strawberry runners as they ’d like . ) I hope the boy find it even more thrilling when they get to pick their own !
« More Dirt on Gardening »
