Gardening

Sitting here watching Simon crawl around pushing a yellow bucket and thinking how happy kids are. Not a trouble in the world. He is so proud of himself for his accomplishments that he just throws his head back and laughs. Gus is carefree most days, as long as the llamas are not in our yard. The llamas worry him, especially when they get near the garden. "Hey llamas, you get away from our garden. Uncle's gonna be so mad atchoo!" Somehow the garden only belongs to Gus and Uncle. Abbey and I pulled weeds, cleaned off last years bean row, planted seed and plants, hauled sod, filled the burn pile with branches and unearthed never ending grapevines. Gus said "We didn't see you workin. We saw you talkin & sittin in the grass." What? We were both offended by the 3 year old. He may be 3, but he would outperform a lot of adults in the garden. He digs, he hoes, he plows 2 inches behind uncle (with his plow) he rakes, pushes the wheelbarrow, and is our #1 potato gatherer. He can tell you what is planted where and if it grows above or below the dirt. When we aren't in the big garden (or various little gardens) He has plowed up his own garden in our front yard. It seems to be to scale of the big garden. He has a burn pile beside it, just as our big garden does. He plows, hoes, rakes, plants, waters and harvests...and that's all in an hour:) He's very serious and focused on his work. In the shower, he has a watering can, so once again-he plants, waters, & harvests. I'm glad he enjoys it so much, but wish he would give his Aunt Abbey and ole Mom a little credit. Gus and Uncle....gonna be a long summer!