Can’t resist another kid story, somehow being a grandma gives inalienable rights. My granddaughter Alexis was visiting over the weekend and as always, loves to be outside chasing the dogs, riding her bike and gardening. Since she was tiny, she puttered around with me, even when she was just an infant, she would sit outside on a blanket while I gardened. I often wonder if that is how she spouts plant names so readily, by hearing me mutter them under my breath as I worked away. She is an awesome weeder, greenhouse sweeper,tag sorter, container garden waterer and even helped plant my whole veggie garden this year. (Probably another post on our latest harvest of potatoes, stay tuned.)
Last Saturday, we were working outside, I was raking leaves and trying to win a battle against blackberries along the property line. I hear Alexis, excited and yelling, “Nana, look what the rain left for me.” She had gone down to the potager and found her watering can had filled with rain water. She said, “the rain left me water for your plants”. She proceeded to water my container gardens with her little green watering can. Hours later, as we were cleaning up the tools for the day, her watering can was perched on a stone wall near the garden, I asked her to put it away. She told me no…that she needed to leave it out so the rain could give her more water. I really can’t argue with that logic.
It also gave me a moment to ponder about what I do and the business-side of gardening; sometimes it can feel a bit over-processed and uptight. Once in a while, it is nice to think like a 4-year-old… “Look what the rain left for me…”