Posted by admin | Posted in Tomato plant care | Posted on 27-06-2010
Tags: April, Babes, Bomb Site, Bust, Few Days, Gardening, Grass, Hair Cut, Lot, Love, Makeover, Mommy, Plant Seeds, Plants, Scissors, Soil, Spade, Toys, True Stories, Vegetables

It was around about the beginning or spring, April if I remember correctly in 2003.
I was staring at my garden and wondering what I could do. I would have to admit I’d been rather busy and my garden was looking rather pitiful. The grass needed mowed badly, the plants needed cut back and to put it bluntly it was in need of a serious makeover.
My son came up behind me and asked me to pick him up so he could see out of the window also, being 3 at the time it was far out of his reach. So up he went and sitting on my hip he looked out at the bomb site I called a garden. “mummy,” he said pointing at something in the garden. “yes babes,” I replied. “Mommy, I think the grass needs a hair cut. Can we get the scissors and give the grass a hair cut like mine?” I couldn’t help myself I just bust into fits of giggles. All I could do was hug him and tell him I love him in between laughing.
A few days later we were in the garden giving the lawn a hair cut as my son says, when I decided we should have a little plot were we can grow vegetables. So we were digging away at the soil, me with my spade and my son with his plastic spade he got with his gardening toys. When he decided the best way to dig the soil was to pick it up with his hands, eat a bit of it and then spit it back out again. My son was my shadow and since I working in the garden I could expect to see a lot more of his ingenious alternative ways of gardening.
So came the time to plant the seeds. He watched me as I drew a line in the soil and sprinkled the seeds into it. I had fenced of a corner of the plot so my son could have his own little plot to work with. I stood up for a minute so I could have a drink and cool down a bit as it was getting hot. He ran over and picked up a stick and ran back to his own bit of the plot, there he proceeded to make a line in the soil. He pressed the stick into the soil and tried to pull it along, however the stick kept sinking into the soil because he was pressing to hard, he fell over on his bottom. He did this over and over until he got annoyed with falling and threw the stick across the garden in a fit of temper. So he decided that didn’t work so he would just sow the seeds. He picked up a big handful of tomato seeds and threw them on the soil, then he rubbed his hands over them like he was trying to cover them with soil.
After this everyday we went into the garden and watered our seeds. He wanted to water his own so we used watering cans. as we walked down the garden path you could hear the water in his watering can slosh all over the place, by the time we got to the end of the garden he only had a tiny amount of water in his watering can. So he decided to take my watering can off of me n drown his seeds in water. I asked him why he used so much water and his answer was, “so my seeds can go swimming silly.”
Needless to say when they grew my sons first gardening experience was a disaster, but that didn’t matter to him as he claimed mine as his master piece. One day we went out to water the slowly ripening tomatoes when i noticed some of them had been eaten, I told my son that some insect had been eating them so we have to stop them or we wont have any left. Well a few days later I noticed there was a big bite out of one of the tomatoes, i looked at my son. Very innocently he looked at me and smiled and said, “it wasn’t me mummy it was the insects,” with tomato pips running down his chin.



