Does Your Child Think Their Food Comes From The Store?
As my kids participated in planting seeds, watering growing plants and picking fruit and vegetables, they became attuned to the rhythms of nature. They marveled at the power packed in a tiny seed because after planting one bean seed, they soon ate handfuls of green beans that they picked themselves. They had the freedom to pick and eat beans, snow peas, raspberries, strawberries and carrots straight from the garden as snacks because they were not banned from a perfect, show piece garden.
I love to dig in the warm earth without gloves so that I am able to feel the moist earth as well as inhale its rich aroma. This love of dirt connected with my children's fascination with dirt and even toddlers dug with a small plastic shovel in their own area near me while I was free to garden to my heart's content.
under a tree, a toddler 'worked' beside me, preschoolers helped me plant and older kids filled watering cans.
I needed ALL the kids to help in our massive garden. Actually eating what YOU have grown is fun Now, after a lifetime of eating garden ripe tomatoes, corn picked as the water in a pot comes to a boil and huge plates of fresh green beans with butter and salt and pepper, store-bought garden produce tastes bland.
Our gardens were lush and colourful but not gorgeous show pieces.I The toughest perennial flowers were the only ones that survived at our house, ones that could withstand being yanked, stood on and sat on. The gardens were and are huge, containing many more fruit and veggies than we could eat because we grew enough to give away to our generous friends and family for bartering with. Our family even grows enough for the wild animals surrounding our little acreage because, in their opinion, our garden is their own personal restaurant.
Some years the kids organized a road side vegetable stand. Excitement and mayhem sucked even Dad and the older kids into helping. The stand became an exciting adventure, especially to the littlest ones. A kids created signs (just getting them to stand up was hilarious), bigger people lugged tables and chairs down a 200m. drive way and everybody generally ran about yelling excitedly at each other as kids hurried up to the house to get more coins, little people served drinks to the vegetable sellers, and the vegetable sellers themselves bellowed for a bathroom break if they were stuck done at the road. Every so often someone would screamed out to the family how much money they had made so far.
Of course, my children complained about weeding especially when it was hot . To solve that problem they dumped buckets of cold well water over each others' heads and just generally ran around screaming before attacking weeds.
They made games out of their jobs, staged competitions when they picked potato bugs and helped make rhubarb jam and frozen strawberries, currants and raspberries.
Gardening wasn't just a hobby; it was a large part of their childhood.