I am not a gardener. I am not a quilter. I am not a constructor of beautifully hand-torn greeting cards.
Gardening is hard work. So is quilting and artfully tearing the paper for a greeting card so that it looks fun and lighthearted while still remaining the proper size for your finished product. Writing is also hard work but there is one big difference. I like it. I do not like any of these other creative endeavors. But despite my reluctance I found myself gardening this week. Sort of.
Sweet boy #1 has become greatly enamored with seeds. He told me that his favorite movie is “Planet Earth” by Moody Bible Institute and his favorite part of that movie is where they show seed pods Exploding in the summer sun and play loud classical music in the background. And thus as a mom another sacrifice is in order. I will garden. But not too much.
The boys, the hunky hubby, and I made three small gardens for our industrious agricultural enthusiasts this week. We planted carrots. So…a gardener of minuscule proportions…I suppose. But only for my boys. Because for them, most anything is possible…in small quantities.