Notes from Grandma's Garden

My alternatives today were to write about FFOTUS's Cabinet (the swamp has been draining quite nicely in the last few weeks); or California Democrats doing their best to get shut out of the gubernatorial race entirely; or the fact that I can do both of things the internet correlates to longevity (getting up out of a chair and up off the floor without using your hands).

I opted for photos from my school garden, a place where kindergarten and second grade meet and mingle and complain about getting soil in their eyes while being wheeled around and around in giggly circles.  

The fact that she filled the purple cup herself, 

asked to be dizzy-fied, and threw the offending particles herself never really came up.

This scholar decided to build a big lump to cover the broken irrigation system.  There was so much care and patience in that little corner of my world.  

We don't remember what the dead plant was, but it really doesn't matter.  It didn't take long for a 5th grader with the snips asked permission to prune it.

Earlier,  four boys and one tiny girl were in that same raised bed, digging a very, very deep hole with the real shovel and trowels and their hands.  

Today,  it was a place for quiet reflection. 

That space serves many purposes, even if none of them involve growing plants right now.

One of the Garden Leaders took it upon herself to carefully fill the painted pots with soil, all the way to the brim.  

Today, another solitary gardener and I watered those soil filled pots and planted basil seeds in one row of them.  Pre-watering is an experiment I'm doing.  I don't want to drown the seeds but I want them to have moisture to germinate.  Tomorrow we will plant others in dry soil and we will see if this makes a difference.

There are lots of ways to use the garden.  Science in action was my theme for today.