I often think that I’m giving Jackson, my eldest boy, a great and varied experience in the garden. I grow a bit of everything and so he can see where most vegetables come from. What I failed to understand is that he gets to see my garden and the way I have laid it out every day, but as a small boy he wants to explore new gardens and see how they look from his perspective.
He wants to water sunflowers until they’ll never need water again. Heck, even the hosepipe with its ‘different’ nozzle was a hit.
He wants to wash veg in a bucket – not in the sink like mummy does it.
He wants to scrummage around for Potatoes under plants that are taller than he is!
And rummage for Broadbeans…
…with someone who will happily carry his harvest in her skirt.
What a lovely morning we spent at our local community garden in the park. An enchanting place that is completely different to my garden and that’s why I love it.