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.