Planting Peas

Daddy, let’s go lift some heavy and dirty things, Jacob said when he saw the big tiller in the garden, ready to make the soil look like chocolate cake mix.

Little did I know that planting would bring as much joy as the harvest? It’s in the anticipation, the development, the reward. And it is a family event for us. The kids come home early from bike rides, neighborhood football games and friends houses hoping not to miss out... is it time to plant? they say as they run back to the garden.

We plant when we’re all here.

Jacob was so careful and serious as he planted, as if he was giving direction to each seed. He held this stance as he scooted down the row. Cute little kid!

I asked David if he was dirty, to which he replied: I not dirty, I a boy! --Yes, you are.

Our neighbor asked incredulously, if we really planted seven rows of peas. --Yes, we did!

I think that some of the joy of our planting may come after planting...

--Yes, it does.