Before I begin I need to tell you that this really isn't a post about a preschool project. It was just where my head was today. I have been reading lots of posts about people planting and working in their gardens, which by the way IS a great way to spend time with your preschooler. So, I decided I should work on my garden area.
Now, you must know that we have put together about an 8x8 boxed in area to grow a few vegetables. For years we never grew anything, but then along came number 5 who loved to work in the dirt and with plants so I caved and started a garden.
At this point I probably have many people amazed at the fact that someone would not want to plant a garden. Here is the story: If you remember I talked about being from an Italian family. My mother is German/Irish and my father is a full blood Italian, growing up with family right off the boat. So, to them not having a garden was sacrilegious. But, what constitutes a garden?
My family bought a piece of property with other family so that we could all live on the same piece of land, and grow vegetables, and have livestock. Well, think garden--now here was my grandparents garden. They owned a 4 acre area if the property--garden 3.5 acres--AHHHH!
Lettuce, carrots, asparagus, beans, peas, corn, tomatoes, tomatoes, tomatoes(you get the point), cucumbers, radishes, you name it, it was there.
Here is how the spring/summer went. Get the ground ready--pretty easy Pop had a good tractor. Now planting--here is where the kids start to come in. We got an apron with the seeds and you walked up and down the aisles--perfectly straight aisles--and put the seeds in--not too close, not too far apart--not too many in one spot. Now things start to grow. Here it is, the memory as fresh as yesterday, pulling the weeds--again AAAAHHH!
Each row 5,00o miles long(I know it's an exaggeration). Weed, after weed, after weed, plant, after plant, after plant, row, after row, after row. Finally we say, "Nan, please can we stop? Our backs are killing us." Nan's response, " You're too young to have a back!" So weeding continues. To this day if my brothers or I say our back hurts someone responds, "You're too young to have a back!"
Finally vegetables are here! You would think Yeah right? Pick, shuck, snap, blanch, freeze, can, bag....on and on it went. Do you know that my grandfather actually passed away with a basement full of tomato sauce? I kid you not. My grandfather has been gone about five years and we finished the last jar of sauce at Easter.
So, that's why it takes me so long to go to that garden. I actually enjoy getting the vegetables and working the dirt, but every time I bend over to pull that first weed I am back with Pop and Nan weeding the never ending garden.