Yesterday my son, Thomas, spent about 4-5 hours with me outside planting bushes, trees (really small ones) and wildflowers. He's 7 1/2 and finishing first grade. We had gone to visit our friends Will and Margaret Shaw, who propagate wildflowers, shrubs and trees to sell at the Virginia Native Plant sale. They have a wonderful set-up for starting plants, and lots of young plants wanting a home. :) The back of our car was packed full of plants. Here's what we got away with:
As you might imagine, I've been busy planting since Monday. I also happened to have purchased two blueberry bushes and a black raspberry bush from the Garden Barn on Saturday.
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Thomas loves to dig holes. He loves to feel the dirt in his hands. He loves to find interesting creatures living in the soil. He loves filling the holes with dirt once the new plant is in. He loves watering the plants. We discussed the needs of the various plants we were working with yesterday, and where we should put them in our yard. We discussed how to keep the dog from digging everything back up, and created chicken-wire cages to put around the tiny pawpaws and the Ky coffeetree.
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Thomas loves to prune trees. He started working on getting rid of dead branches on our big, old, great-for-climbing redbud. Then I took over for the large limbs and got knocked in the mouth by a falling limb. I only suffered a cut to my lip, not even a loose tooth, black eye, contusion, or broken bone. Oh, I did learn to step out of the way of falling branches. If Thomas were enrolled in any school, I bet he wouldn't have learned nearly as much.