The tomato planting continues.
I’m not sure Tim and the children are actually going to sell any of their precious plants. As the days go by, and each plant grows stronger and taller, Tim’s attachment increases.
Good morning happy plants! he choruses each day to the green jungle growing in my bedroom.
Honey, I think I’ll build some shelves in here and then I’ll have a place to grow tomatoes all year long, he told me last weekend.
Shelves, over my window seat, for tomato plants? Now isn’t that an interesting decorating approach.
Um, wasn’t the point to sell some of these plants? I asked him recently.
It’s an investment, he mumbled as he went down the row watering each of his “babies.”
Frankly, I’m just glad someone is teaching the children about gardening as it’s not likely to be me. Unless of course a class in Black Thumb becomes popular.
Hey Mom, do you think you can teach me to kill plants this week?
No fair! Mom said she was going to teach ME how to over water and neglect house plants next.
It’s my turn.
No, my turn.
Sigh. Until then I let Tim and the children do the planting, weeding, watering and tending.
Look how they even pull random neighbor children into the planting work.
My goal is to sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor. And with prices as high as they are, a garden looks better and better. I wonder what else I can get them to plant?
Project 366 – Day 135