Little Gardeners


These days, I am often found (whenever i can sneak a couple of minutes) perched on the steps of our wooden deck, soaking up the last of the summer sun, dreaming of growing a veggie garden of sorts, contemplating all the hindrances I face. Right now our backyard tells a story of untamed grass and a cluster of weeds. Wildness, with a splash of fresh fallen golden leaves and brown old crunchy ones too. A withered picnic table at the far end by a short fruit tree, and a rustic shed in dire need of a massive cleaning. Nonetheless, its beautiful in its own crude way. I find inherent charm in wilderness that has not been touched and played with.

So a trip was made to the local nursery a few weeks ago, some tools were bought, some seeds too. But till now most of the things are sitting in the same bag they were brought home in, time proving to be my biggest hinderance.

So far my gardening journey is limited to taking care of some house plants, and planting in some herbs for the kitchen window sill.

Among the tidbits that were purchased from the said nursery trip, were two Little Gardener starter kits for the boys. Bright and bold sunflower, delicate and touchy mimosa.

We talked about the plants’ needs and the responsibility of providing them. They listened with much eager nodding and anticipation. Water was poured onto the pallets and we waited while it became soil. Seeds were counted and then carefully tucked into the holes made in soil. The pots were adorned with colorful stickers that came with the kit. Hamza was talking about making a scarecrow so birds wont eat the seeds and to my surprise, we found a cardboard one inside the kit. The said figures were colored and then cut out. Stuck to plastic knives and plopped inside the plants. The pots are now perched beautifully on the patio fence, getting just the right amount of sun.

Now its a game of waiting patiently and see if their handwork blooms. Every day, Hamza thrusts his little fingers a few inches into the soil to feel if its dry or moist, providing nourishment if needed. Eagerly counting down the days to the fortnight, when we might be able to see some sprouts.

Such deep lessons learnt from something so simple.



Some crafty posts from the past:

Little Astronauts

Let’s paint eggs!

A confetti Affair



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