This year, our garden is much bigger than previous years: more than double the size, in fact, which only means we’ve added two more raised beds. We had slowed down significantly the last couple of years because of the additional joys and responsibilities the Boy brought, but now that he’s growing, so is our garden.
Gardening is one of those things that reminds me how much I’ve changed as I entered adulthood, married, and become a father. As a teen, or even in my early twenties, I couldn’t imagine spending the amount of time I do setting up lines for beans to crawl up, hunting suckers on young tomato plants, looking at several sprawling cucumber plants and wondering if they can be enticed to climb (they can), examining leaves of radishes to determine what’s eating them — and doing all this willingly and even enjoying it.
