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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Gardening With The Babies
Our little girls have a sprawling container garden out on the front porch that they tend all by themselves. It's doing surprisingly well. They obviously have more of a green thumb than me because every plant I've ever had, well, let's just say they all disappeared under mysterious circumstances.
Mae says I should tell you that these are her onions.
Chloe is growing this cilantro just for me, since I'm the only one in the house who likes cilantro. I had some with my tacos Saturday night, and let me just say, it was superb. Our children are clearly gardening prodigies.
And here we see a tiny pot of chives as yet unclaimed. They're going flowers too: moonflower, red hollyhock, sweet william, columbine, and something else who's name is escaping me right now. Which is strange, since I helped them plant the seeds.
Mae says I should tell you that these are her onions.
Chloe is growing this cilantro just for me, since I'm the only one in the house who likes cilantro. I had some with my tacos Saturday night, and let me just say, it was superb. Our children are clearly gardening prodigies.
And here we see a tiny pot of chives as yet unclaimed. They're going flowers too: moonflower, red hollyhock, sweet william, columbine, and something else who's name is escaping me right now. Which is strange, since I helped them plant the seeds.
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