It’s Revie’s first year in the garden.
Well, he was out there with us last year too, but only a bit,
and was much too little to know what was going on
so he sat on a blanket
and shook his toys
and tried to stand and crawl.
But this year,
he ‘s much bigger and he can actually help.
We took him shopping for seeds with us,
rows and rows of paper packets with pretty pictures on the front.
Radishes, cabbages, Nasturtiums, Kale.
He helped us carry our selections
to the woman at the register,
handed her the money we passed him,
waved “bye bye” on the way out.
So far we’ve planted peas and carrots.
I make a small hole in the soil, and Rev drops the seeds in, carefully, with small hands that are also big, like puppy paws.
He points to his mouth, thinking of the day our veggies will be big enough to eat.
The wind is strong this spring and it blows his soft curls around,
he brushes them out of his eyes and squints in the sun.
Learning to tend the land
before he even learns to speak.
Learning to love the earth
from the ground up.
Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And it is.
Thank you for listening,