Living the 7th

I’ve been really busy with volunteer work. I’ve got a few special events and fundraisers on my plate along wihtthe usual kiddie gardening class and homeschooling so I haven’t been writing much. If I have the time, I rahter be tending the kitchen garden rather than writing about it.

But there is one story I wanted to write down before it fades from my memory. I’ve been letting things bolt from fall season even as we get on through spring season planting. Just for grins and giggles and to let Julia figure it out.

She’d long grown used to the spiky looking stalks of green onions and going out to harvest some for me to use in making dinner. One day we were out there and she came running back in yelling.

“Mommy! Mommy! The green onions have an egg!”

And so I went out to look. Indeed, and egg-like object had magically appeared on one of the stalks. then more came.

Of course, I knew it was the plant bolting to produce seeds, but she never saw it before. So I asked her, “What do you think is happening in there?”

And she thought about it as only a 4 year old can and replied, “I think it will hatch into a green chicken.”

A few days later the first mysterious green “egg” started to split further and she could see strange fuzzy protuberences peeping out.

“Mommy, what kind of feathers are THOSE?” she wondered.

“What kind do you think?”

“I don’t think that’s a chicken. Maybe it will be a duck.”

A few days later an alien flower appeared.

I asked what she thought it was and sat back expecting another bird type answer because of the fluffy look to it and she surprised me again. She seized it and pulled it off and began prancing around.

“We grew a magic wand! Hooray! Poof! I turned you into an anole!”

She ended up carrying the green onion magical wand around all afternoon. It was a bit whiffy, but I wouldn’t trade that sort of magic for anything.