Gardens begin with a little dirt, some seeds, and a lot of hope.
This year we had small plans with our garden. A few tomatoes and peppers were the goal. But as we got going with it, our dreams grew. Your dad built me a raised garden bed on the side of the house. We filled our backyard the best we could.
(My mother’s day gift from Judah. A hand-painted flowerpot with flower. Love it.)
There is something I love about digging into the dirt.
There’s a little love for each transplant that is gently put into the ground, covered in compost and soil, and tucked in tight.
There’s so much hope for them. That they will grow well. That they will produce beautifully.
This year our garden has:
- five tomato plants
- five pepper plants
- a cherry tomato
- leaf lettuce
- two chamomile
And now, they are planted.
So we give them everything they need in the day-to-day. We watch over them and protect them from things that might harm them. We’ll pick the weeds and guard against pests.
And we’ll watch them grow in hopeful expectation.