“Look at Dixie!!” Kristen shouted, as we all turned to see what the dog was up to. “She’s playing soccer with herself”. Sure enough there was our dog, chasing the soccer ball, trying desperately to find anything she could grab a hold of and finding none. “Well at least one of us is having a fun time” the boy lamented as we turned our attention back to the tasks at hand…gardening.
The hubby and I have talked for years about planting a garden in our backyard, but never getting around to doing so. Frankly, I believe because gardens take a lot of work and we’re too lazy. So when my friend offered to turn her backyard into a large community garden, I thought, why not? Having an expert gardener overseeing and giving us advice on how to grow the vegetables is a win-win for all of us.
“Boy, I need you to help the girls…” my friend said to him. “Could all three of you pull some of this ivy out-of-the-way? We don’t need it growing in our garden. All three kids bent down and began pulling the crafty plant out of the ground. I came over to watch and take a picture of the kids. Moving to a good vantage point, I bent down to take a picture when I heard my friend say, “Doll, boy, throw the ivy in the direction of your mother; that area still needs to be plowed under.” But what my kids heard must have been different because both of them flashed me a wicked smile and began throwing everything at me. The boy had the winning shot as dirt landed on my head and trickled down to my clothing. Honestly I think this was his way of getting back at me for making him work hard on a Sunday afternoon.
Once area was cleared of the ivy, my friend asked the boy if he could help her use the shovel in that area. Without hesitation the boy gladly grabbed the shovel and helped turn over dirt, preparing an area for the girls to plant onions. If I had asked him, a heavy sigh followed by an “I’m tired” remark would have come forth. Instead, he was more than happy to help her out. Once that area was complete and the girls began planting, I approached the boy and said, “Way to go bay! Could you overturn the dirt over here too? We need four rows created about six feet long so we can plant some corn.” I was surprised he didn’t argue with me and instead began overturning the dirt.
Meanwhile, Daddy and I were busy pulling old weeds and plant roots from another part of the garden. I laughed saying “Who needs to go to the YMCA after working in this garden?” as I did squats over the ground, to keep my back from screaming foul. After two and a half hours of heavy work, Daddy and I called it quits. We were tired, dirty and hungry. The kids by then, once all the onions were planted had given up as well. While we only got onions planted yesterday, we did a lot of work preparing the ground for the next batch of seedlings–which will be planted very soon.