Last spring I had this urge to plant a garden with Rebekah. When I was growing up, we always had a garden. The ten years we lived in the Midwest, I always had a garden. The older kids had all experienced the miracle of planting and harvesting.
There was a small patch of dirt where we had just removed the gravel. It was horrible, rocky soil. There wasn’t a lot of sun. But, I was determined to give her the experience of planting seeds and watching them grow. About a week after my surgery, I was out breaking up dirt clods, sifting out mountains of rocks with an old wire french fry basket, and trying to make it possible to LIVE Science and creation, not just talk about it.
We planted spinach, radishes, sugar snap peas, carrots, miniature pumpkins and gourds. In another spot I thought had a lot of sun, we planted green peppers, miniature Indian corn and corn. We had a lot of fun planting. When Beka saw the first little green leaves poking through the ground, her enthusiam caught up with mine.
We ate some spinach, some radishes, a few measly peas, then waited….
for the fall crops to mature.