It's Been A Busy Week

Having given up on the irrigation system, we took matters into our own hands in the Garden this week.

We filled all those green containers (and more) with garden soil, then planted radish seeds and basil seeds and a pot or two of yellow marigolds.  In a break from tradition, this year we used a permanent marker to label what's what.

While this Garden Leader managed to label without assistance, that was not always the case.

Short arms and an eager heart made for some interesting connections as the littlest one just needed what she needed right now.  No one was particularly concerned about her body inserting itself in their work space; they just backed away and let her reach.

The boy in the front is counting just how many seeds I poured into his palm.  There were two of them.  He pondered this for quite some time.

Until his jeans were soaked through, this one was making a river and a dam in the digging garden.`

My Swahili speaking friends at the hose bib were less than careful as they aimed the hose.  Their friend was wet, but he wasn't angry.  After all, those two giggle like no one else and it's hard to feel anything but joy when it starts.  

I asked them to teach me how to say good job in their language.  They laughed about my request for a long, long time.  They were laughing so hard they couldn't say the words.

There is a lot of joy in the garden.  Sometimes it's more obvious than others.