To be fair, I don’t know a lot about King Canute. But after having been gardening with a toddler, I am learning to appreciate the trials of reckoning with a force of nature.
Like holding back the tide, it’s wet, it’s wild and an impossible task.
On the other side of the shire however, all is peaceful. “Being in the garden is so therapeutic,” chirruped my grandmother. And looking at what she has created, it probably is. From a manicured lawn to an immaculate shed, everything not only has its place, it knows its place.
Alas, such order is abandoned at our allotment. If any of the seedlings survive after this week I will eat not only them but my hat after a thorough trampling, followed by a blissfully ignorant squishing with a hosepipe.
Raffie’s delight at figuring how to drink from a standpipe on renders him deaf to any requests to think about what he’s doing or watch where he’s going. “But why Mummy?” he pauses quizzically, watering can in one hand and his foot on a courgette seedling.
If it’s not plants it’s sticks, and the little protectors I’ve put on top of them to stop him poking his eye out. “I threw them in the bushes Mummy,” “Why did you do that? They were to protect you.” I ask wearily. “I don’t know, you can go and find them if you like Mummy.”
And now we have dug (thank you Daddy), planted and watered relentlessly there is no going back. We will see how many survive to the end of the season and then try and persuade Raffie to enjoy the fruits of our labours, probably smothered with butter and accompanied by a sausage or two.
Last week he pulled his long suffering sunflower out of its pot saying ‘look how much it’s grown, it’s huge!’ Sunflower roots safely returned to the soil, his enthusiasm is boundless.
I barely had to time to finish the sentence “Now we’ll wash these strawberries before eating them” before he’d stuffed the first crop into his mouth.
So the proof of the gardening will be in the eating. But until then we’ll keep trying to stem a tide of enthusiasm-and hopefully enjoy at least one feast fit for a king.
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