The story with your son makes me laugh after having had a day minding my four year old grandson yesterday. It seems his best friend is an alien who visits with his family from the moon and sleeps in the grandson's bedroom. Good-oh, I love a fertile imagination - it's great for growth!
LOVE getting my hands dirty - although I do wear garden gloves because of a few of the beasties we have in our Tasmanian gardens. Still, my hands get dirty through the gloves and I LOVE the smell of soil and compost - all that yummy 'dirt' stuff. Thank you for a great post!
Ah yes, if there were even a tiny fraction of the beasties lurking in the undergrowth here as you have over there, then I would most definitely u-turn on my ‘no gloves’ policy! And thanks for sharing the anecdote about your grandson - I wouldn’t mind a friend from the moon, sounds fun!
Every now and again I wear gloves but I'm definitely a gardener who likes to get their hands dirty. Or soily? It reminds me of a song we used to sing at camp called "Dirt Made my Lunch." Your son might like it!
For years as a gardener and owner/foreman of a landscape design and construction business I rarely worn gloves and my hands show it! I totally agree that healthy soil is the beginning of everything that grows on top of it. My grandchildren are of the age that I began teaching them this summer my gardening wisdom passed on by my parents. My first lesson was the difference between store bought compost and my homemade concoction. Then I showed them what a fist full of both feels and smells like and what the composition should look like when it falls to the ground. This, I said, along with the right water and light and God’s engineering is what makes everything produce. I wondered if this lesson would be remembered. Two weeks ago, my daughter in AZ called and said they are starting to garden and proceeded to tell me the children told her all about soil and how to tell if it was good or bad by smell and feel and soft clumps falling to the ground that can hold moisture. I’m smiling: First lesson learned.
Wow, what a fantastic achievement! And I’m sure a lesson - and love of nature - that will stay with those children all the way through their lives. Congratulations to you, and I hope their earthy education continues on future visits!
I'm already of a lover of the dirt, can't keep a pair of gardening gloves on to save my soul, so this was fun to read. I sit on the ground to prune most of my plants, unless they're too tall for that. I'm just about to read something a friend of mine sent on this same subject. Thanks for the reminder! 💟
The story with your son makes me laugh after having had a day minding my four year old grandson yesterday. It seems his best friend is an alien who visits with his family from the moon and sleeps in the grandson's bedroom. Good-oh, I love a fertile imagination - it's great for growth!
LOVE getting my hands dirty - although I do wear garden gloves because of a few of the beasties we have in our Tasmanian gardens. Still, my hands get dirty through the gloves and I LOVE the smell of soil and compost - all that yummy 'dirt' stuff. Thank you for a great post!
Ah yes, if there were even a tiny fraction of the beasties lurking in the undergrowth here as you have over there, then I would most definitely u-turn on my ‘no gloves’ policy! And thanks for sharing the anecdote about your grandson - I wouldn’t mind a friend from the moon, sounds fun!
Every now and again I wear gloves but I'm definitely a gardener who likes to get their hands dirty. Or soily? It reminds me of a song we used to sing at camp called "Dirt Made my Lunch." Your son might like it!
I don’t know what I’m more annoyed about: that I missed this comment, or that I missed that song! Thanks for bringing it to our attention!
For years as a gardener and owner/foreman of a landscape design and construction business I rarely worn gloves and my hands show it! I totally agree that healthy soil is the beginning of everything that grows on top of it. My grandchildren are of the age that I began teaching them this summer my gardening wisdom passed on by my parents. My first lesson was the difference between store bought compost and my homemade concoction. Then I showed them what a fist full of both feels and smells like and what the composition should look like when it falls to the ground. This, I said, along with the right water and light and God’s engineering is what makes everything produce. I wondered if this lesson would be remembered. Two weeks ago, my daughter in AZ called and said they are starting to garden and proceeded to tell me the children told her all about soil and how to tell if it was good or bad by smell and feel and soft clumps falling to the ground that can hold moisture. I’m smiling: First lesson learned.
Wow, what a fantastic achievement! And I’m sure a lesson - and love of nature - that will stay with those children all the way through their lives. Congratulations to you, and I hope their earthy education continues on future visits!
I'm already of a lover of the dirt, can't keep a pair of gardening gloves on to save my soul, so this was fun to read. I sit on the ground to prune most of my plants, unless they're too tall for that. I'm just about to read something a friend of mine sent on this same subject. Thanks for the reminder! 💟