One thing that has happened in the last year and a half, is I ended my eight years of renting apartments or duplexes and I’m again, a home owner. This means I can garden in a yard. YAY!
So having two of my grands over for a sleepover, gave the perfect opportunity for them to plant a few bulbs. Ages seven and three, digging a trench for the bulbs was the perfect activity.
I love the metaphor of winter being a time of slowing down, rebuilding under the surface, that leads to flourishment in the Spring.
I can’t wait for the little shoots to spring up and pointing out to the grands that it is because of bulbs, trenches, and them.
I never played with my cousins growing up, but I see how important they are to my grands. It helps that out of my five grandkids, four are boys of similar ages. (Poor Tuesday)
Their personalities are so closely similar. They laugh, fight, connive, cry, hug, learn and love.
I’m one of the common denominators in their little lives. Sure my kids get together and have the kids over to each other’s houses, but coming to Grandma’s is one way to get together.
I wish I had the time and energy to do this all the time. Unfortunately, I’m not retired and “life” wears me down so it’s not possible.
When I see all the times where they do get to play together, I see how special it is. Love.