|Our ditch sunflowers that show up in early fall|
He watches as I talk to him about the chimes. Tiny chubby fingers grasp for the bells that sing jingle-tink when moved. We move on through the pet section of the store, his eyes wide with wonder as he observes a few koi and varied goldfish. I move on towards that plant section because after all, that is what we've come here today for. Concord grapes, specifically.
We take a touch when we get to the Gerber daisies, and his eyes twinkle as he lets out a 'gah'. "Soft petals," I say, and we move on,"And these son are some pretty red geraniums. But they don't smell so great." I'm learning to vocalize thoughts, to put them out there so that my son learns to observe, and learns language. In the past this kind of trip would be a quick stop and go without much interaction. We find climbing rose bushes, and rose bushes, and some plants for the barrels by the garage.
Hubby digs me holes for the climbing rose bushes, and I feel delighted. "I've always wanted climbing roses," I say. And he says something of castles and roses. "Why do they always plant roses around castles?"he says, and I say,"Because princesses like roses," and smile at him.
This planting, we could wait to do it. We know that life in this house isn't permanent, but we are trying to live where we are happily. We're not looking for the next best thing, but when he's done with school, we will most likely be moving on. When you plant, you don't plant for today or even necessarily for the next year. Each person plants and waters with their own intents, the ground ever giving the fruit of one's labor at the mercy of the weather. But life, this is life, this planting and watering and waiting and preparing. With dirt under my fingernails and my ring, I praise God for the glory and beauty of Spring.
Are you doing any planting this year? What is in your garden?
(One of my favorite posts on planting is found here on my blog. And for the record, all the trees died, and we replaced them. )