What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you imagine digging about in a garden, barefoot?
I confess, I have become a bit of a clean freak.
Not excessively clean, mind you. I’ve heard of a man who can’t stand it if his floor isn’t mopped daily. That would kill me. Absolutely. With all the homeschooling going on, I figure my floors need to be cleaned three times a week, but I can sort of tolerate a twice a week floor job.
Especially when it means less work!
Recently though, after neglecting our veggie patch for a few weeks, I realised I’d gotten used enough to the sterile feeling of indoor flooring to grimace at going barefoot once again in the garden.
Unfortunately I haven’t got to the point of rehabilitation. Yet.
But my kids have. Groovy!
On Tuesday, Sweet Man herded them out into our rather mangled garden patch and they helped him weed almost the entire garden.
Then, while he cut the grassy slope, they transferred lots of soil from one bed to another – Lamb shoveling and Puppy huffing and puffing, carrying buckets of soil across the beds.
Piglet had his own spade and loosened a whole lot of soil.
We finally have a clear patch (instead of an extra bed) where we can plant some grass and have morning and late afternoon picnics in the shade by the wall.
Which reminds me I need to get a nice green wall creeper growing fast.
And thinking already – red and white checkered cloth, tangy icy lemonade, freshly baked cheese rolls. And lots of dark chocolate at some point.
Today, Sweet Man got the kids out again and they did more weeding and composting. They tidied the area surrounding our cherry tomato plants and watered the whole garden.
I came out from the kitchen to watch them. There is something wondrous about kids enjoying work in a garden. Their delight, their tousled hair, their excitement, waiting to take turns with the watering hose.
And their very, very muddy bare feet and legs. Oozing with mud.
Sweet Man taught them how to tidy up after everything was done, making sure all the containers they’d use to collect upturned weeds were arranged in a corner, upside down, so mosquitoes wouldn’t breed after a rain.
Afterward, the kids went for a romp on the slope beyond and I decided to make the most of the opportunity to squeeze in a shower, smiling to myself and determining I’d join in next time.
When I came out of the shower, I found that Piglet had left some grass and muddy streaks on my freshly changed bed sheets. And we’d just cleaned the floors yesterday.
I opened my mouth to bellow.
Then I paused. And decided, with great difficulty, to shut up.
Now how will I cook that nice, prosperous brinjal?