Monday, May 28, 2012
Eliajh's first fish
I went away this weekend for a fun weekend with the girls in Fargo. While I was gone, Trevor took the kids to the lake and Elijah caught his first fish. He was very, very proud. As was I. Here are some pictures of the great event.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Gardening
The one thing that I miss about our old house is the garden. I loved the garden. It was big and had wonderful soil. And it had raspberries.
I love fresh picked raspberries.
As a child I was often sent to pick the raspberries in our garden. This was not a task I particularly enjoyed. I didn't like how scratchy the bushes were and I definitely didn't enjoy the bugs. Somehow it seemed as though mosquitos were always lingering there, waiting for me to show up. Knowing that my blood was particularly tasty. I have memories of being sent back outside to finish picking. "Remember, you need to MOVE the branches."
So the raspberry bushes at our first home were a bit of a pleasant surprise when we realized how plentiful and tasty they were. For a few brief weeks in the summer we got to enjoy their gift to us. The size of our garden was also a gift. We could plant more produce than we ever needed. It was fun to share and have others enjoy the tomato plants that seemed to explode in our backyard. (We also got the chance to offer a fresh tomato to our neighbour boy who had no idea what it was. That still stands out as an odd moment to me.)
And then we moved to to our current home. Everything was bigger and better. Except our garden. Less sunlight and less good soil.
But we have been trying. Last year we made a garden that gave us some fresh stuff. This year we've learned a few lessons that will hopefully increase the fresh stuff at our table. It brings a smile to my heart to see my kids wandering around the backyard, eating a tomato like an apple. I love the thought that my kids have no room for supper because they were too busy filling their tummies with the good stuff from our garden.
This afternoon we repainted our garden sticks to mark out where our rows are. I'm looking forward to our garden this year.
Oh yeah, and on Saturday, we went to the Green House and got some raspberry plants. They are now safely planted in our backyard. I'm looking forward to sending my kids out to pick them.
As a child I was often sent to pick the raspberries in our garden. This was not a task I particularly enjoyed. I didn't like how scratchy the bushes were and I definitely didn't enjoy the bugs. Somehow it seemed as though mosquitos were always lingering there, waiting for me to show up. Knowing that my blood was particularly tasty. I have memories of being sent back outside to finish picking. "Remember, you need to MOVE the branches."
So the raspberry bushes at our first home were a bit of a pleasant surprise when we realized how plentiful and tasty they were. For a few brief weeks in the summer we got to enjoy their gift to us. The size of our garden was also a gift. We could plant more produce than we ever needed. It was fun to share and have others enjoy the tomato plants that seemed to explode in our backyard. (We also got the chance to offer a fresh tomato to our neighbour boy who had no idea what it was. That still stands out as an odd moment to me.)
And then we moved to to our current home. Everything was bigger and better. Except our garden. Less sunlight and less good soil.
But we have been trying. Last year we made a garden that gave us some fresh stuff. This year we've learned a few lessons that will hopefully increase the fresh stuff at our table. It brings a smile to my heart to see my kids wandering around the backyard, eating a tomato like an apple. I love the thought that my kids have no room for supper because they were too busy filling their tummies with the good stuff from our garden.
This afternoon we repainted our garden sticks to mark out where our rows are. I'm looking forward to our garden this year.
Oh yeah, and on Saturday, we went to the Green House and got some raspberry plants. They are now safely planted in our backyard. I'm looking forward to sending my kids out to pick them.
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