|Daddy and the twins laugh as they play ball|
in the gloaming.
Yet, this first official day of spring, traces of winter linger. The grass is spotty, especially where the crabgrass has taken over :} The hostas are bare nubs, and eveningtime cools quickly. If we are lucky this evening, some rain, although I am not able to read the clouds rising out of the west, as they often do at nightfall. Do these bear good spring rain?
Now it's quiet, and the voile curtains in here flutter with the air from the open windows. The boys are on their way up for their wash-up and change into nightclothes. No bath tonight, despite the fact that we spent another three hours in the soil, planting the early vegetables in square-foot plots: Simpson lettuce, mesclun greens, red core carrots, and Cherry Belle radishes. Their first real garden. Watered with their red plastic snail watering cans, and marked with tongue-depressor signs.
|What boys like Daddy and Christopher do in springtime.|
|Noah and Christopher point at their new garden plots.|
|What cats like Muffin do in springtime.|
Until perhaps a half hour before the long project was done, some six-seven hours in length total, the boys were right alongside all the way, passing trowels, looking for treasures underground -- the occasional piece of broken pottery -- helping me trundle their wagon to the back shed to collect old bricks to use as edging. I'd ask if they were bored, and if they wanted to go play, but no, they wanted to stay with me and with the project. A happy shock. Their first really serious project, other than cooking with me :}
|The completed garden bed, at left, and edging of|
the rest of the flower bed, snaking to the right.
The other edging along the fence I did last year. Brute labor.
*Six, when you include two kitties dizzy with springtime scents, and itchy with too much wintertime fur. Escape to the outside and roll, roll, roll!