It’s amazing how much pride I feel when I see something that I planted start to grow. I’m not sure quite what the tribal feeling is, but it’s almost as if I can’t believe a seed + red dirt + water = plant, and I love it.
We originally rented the farm land to have some yummy food and my husband wanted to teach our kids how to work. Like real old fashioned kind of work. Turns out emptying the dishwasher a few times a week isn’t quite cutting it. And guess what? They really are learning how to work.
So, the growing continues, I’m sure soon we’ll be weeding and picking bugs off the plants, but for now I’m basking in the glory of small, growing plants.