Yesterday, I heard a loud holler from the back forty, "OMA!"
I went running to the back garden.
This guy was digging fresh potatoes...so he thought.
"Get me a shovel"
"No, not the little one, the big one like Opa uses."
He associates warm days with gardening and remembers the planting season.
Little did he know that he was digging up weeds.
He thought they were potatoes.
So I became inspired and turned over the soil of one garden bed,
thinking it is somewhat early, but on the other hand.
"Put them to work when they are willing."
A few days later while he was outside playing, he came running to the house.
He had gathered up a bucket of old potatoes...
He was all excited and said, The Easter bunny dug up potatoes for us."
And I could hear him say in his baby voice,
"This will be your home...stay nice and warm."
He continued to lay each potato into the hole making sure the eye was poking upward.
His job is done and he packed the rest to the house.
He can't wait till school's out..
That's when he will start digging again.
Gardening for me is the pleasure of sharing new life
with the little ones and watching the growth of newly planted potatoes.
I can count on him checking weekly.
Before you know it, we will enjoy eating home made potato chips.
Hope you can enjoy some simple pleasures.
I wonder if I have a future farmer?