My preschoolers are studying plants and seeds right now. This year I was perfectly up front with them and said, “Mrs. Sommerer is no good at growing plants. We’re going to plant seeds today, and every other year we’ve done this they sprout…and then they die. It is up to you guys to remind me to water them.” (They are delighted now to point out my shortcomings. “You’re no good at plants, huh? Is Mr. Sommerer?” “Nope.”) I even told them about Mr. Royuk who comes to our house every summer to take care of the plants.
Anyway, I’m really putting in the effort this year. We’ve soaked seeds and opened them to see the (doomed) baby plants inside, and children have been bringing seeds, plants and flowers to look at. Today I even went to a nursery in Lincoln to get some interesting plants. Brad’s always showing me Lemon Verbena and some chocolate-smelling plant that you can rub on your hands and then want to eat your fingers. It’s too early in the season for those, but I picked up a rosemary plant and an apple mint plant.
I also bought a teeny-tiny cactus. Being a preserver of the earth’s resources, I told the checkout lady, ‘No bag for me, please”. I put in a great spot in the truck where it couldn’t tip over.
Idiot! How am I going to get that out???