Little Gardener

The little monster went shopping again this weekend. While I was looking around he found a huge red water can and a black pot he wanted. He said black was best so we could write what we planted in the pot on the outside with his chalk. Smart little guy!

He picked out his potting soil to fill the container. Then he went for the flowers I knew it would be something red. Always red. He found a huge Dahlia tuber already producing seven or eight long eyes. Placed it in the shopping cart like a pro then went to the annuals.

He took his time starting with the bright red petunias and finally ending on a plant I have never used before. He grabbed a six pack of them because they looked like trees! Of course they were red.

As soon as we got home we filled the container half full of rich potting soil. He leveled it out, added a little lime and his tuber. He had to hold the tuber in place while I poured on more soil since one eye had already produced a fragile three inch stalk he had to protect at all cost!

He topped off the container, gently covering his dahlia. Next came the little red trees as he called them for the edges. He dug his first three holes around the edge of the container. Gently pulled his little annuals from their flimsy home, separated the bottom of each root, and carefully placed them into their new home.

He did the same with the next three while I watched with little direction to give. He is a pro by now! All finished, I carried it to be placed by my red rose where he wanted it to stay. He filled his watering can and watered all our flowers that afternoon. I sat back and watched. Enjoying the view of him working and not me.

While watering he found that his zinnia seeds had sprouted! He was so excited that he wanted to plant more at the pond. He ended up planting more sunflowers, zinnias and carnations. Then the tadpoles distracted him. Apparently now we are raising a hoard of the tiny things!