Peas in a Pod

There was a bumper pea crop around these parts this year!  Bumper I tell you!!

Little fingers loved loved loved picking, opening, and eating all those little treasures.  There is a magic in gardening with children that cannot be recreated anywhere.  With bare little toes tucked into the soil and plants, a child learns of the beauty and power of the earth through touch and smell and best of all…taste!  Fostering an understanding of, and appreciation for where our food comes from and to whom we can thank for that blessing is a mothering responsibility that I truly cherish. 

I love sharing in the wonder of my children as they discover and explore in the garden.  I see eyes marveling at the first potato flower, littlest fingers working so hard to pick up that perfect tiny green bit of yumminess, little toes tiptoeing carefully through newly planted tomatoes, and little lips joyfully dripping with juicy strawberries.  Aahhh…to be a child in a garden…beauty indeed!! 

Do you see it?  Do you see the beauty in hands that have worked, and held, and loved?  Hands that have sowed and reaped, hands that have picked, and shelled, and processed buckets upon buckets of peas.  I see it.  I see the beauty.       

Four set of knees, four sets of hands, four girls of all different ages and stages, one task, one purpose.  (Well…maybe two…I do recall one of those sets of hands eating more than contributing!!…can you guess whose?)

Just a note::  The old stew pot pictured above belonged to my mothers grandmother.  It was her spaghetti pot, and now is a favorite harvesting container.  (It actually still has its weight written on it from when we took it berry picking last!!)  A true treasure!