On one of the last warm days of October, Jesse and I planted my garlic in the plot of dirt I had tilled by hand for this purpose.
I was so excited to teach Jesse how to plant garlic ’cause it’s such a simple, enjoyable fall task in my book.
We used a little stick to space the garlic cloves evenly, and I taught him which side was up.
Apparently, helping mommy with a fun new job was not on his agenda that day. I had to encourage, plead, threaten and – I’ll stop there. We planted one row together and then I let him go then do whatever it was that he found so much more exciting than helping mommy.
I did, however, get a couple photos out of the session that made it look like we were idyllicly making a memory while we planted garlic together. The above shot is what made me run into the house for my camera.
I love his little piggies. I sometimes threaten to eat them. With ketchup. And a fork. And he squeals.
This is what he found to do that was so much more important and fun than helping mamma. Here’s the wind-up…
…And the dig. He was very manly about it and I got a kick out of watching him while a planted 6 more rows of garlic. By myself.
Maybe next year he will think it is fun. He better, ’cause we’re planting twice as much next year.
Ca the Schlosser says
Your son is so adorable.
aw, thanks, Cathe! He’s 8 now, but I love that we have this memory!
He looks like he is having fun anyway. And I love the feet photos. Makes me wish I had a little one to photograph. Growing garlic is one of my very favorite things. In the years past I have only grown what my parents grew on the homestead, but this year I got four heirloom varieties from some friends who just started a garlic farm.