I don't have a green thumb. At all. Not even a yellowish green thumb. But, wanting to teach my boys a thing or two about responsibility and managing a job from start to finish, I decided it would be a great idea to build a small garden in our backyard. In our completely-and-totally-on-a-hill and covered-in-red-clay backyard.
With everything blooming and budding and all signs saying spring is here to stay, the boys and I got busy last week and planted tomatoes, green beans, cucumbers, red peppers, and strawberries. I cheated on a few things and bought pre-grown tomato and strawberry plants, mostly because I'm anxious to yield the harvest from these as soon as possible.
In less than two weeks time, we are the proud farmers-in-the-making for several rows of sprouts. With only mere inches of stems and leaves pushing through the dirt, I'm certain every neighbor on our cul de sac has heard the good news. Grady Lee is convinced we won't need to get groceries all summer long and Micah wonders how much longer until his "strawberry bush has fruit for my snack?"
I know, I know. It's still March. The long, hot, dry summer awaits and the real test of gardening responsibility will be put to the test. But since my boys have taken eager ownership of this project, it really doesn't matter that my thumb isn't green. I just better be ready to slice and dice when they bring fistfuls of green beans and strawberries up to my kitchen.