When The Goose was a toddler he loved, loved, loved going to the garden and helping pick vegetables. We’d spend hours out back looking at each plant, talking about what was growing, who was going to eat it when it was ready, and deciding if we were going to plant it again next year. While I loved having him in the garden, it drove me crazy when I’d look away for just a second, and he’d seize the opportunity – picking a tiny green tomato, a miniscule green pepper, or an eggplant that was no bigger than my thumb.
After spending two summers trying to keep him from picking vegetables before they were ready, I’d had enough. So, last year we decided to give him his very own garden. (Yes! Kids can garden, too!) And it worked out wonderfully. He was able to plant anything he wanted, pick anything he wanted, and he was always full of pride whenever he’d show his garden to people who came to visit.