6am-9am

Those are the hours in the morning I spend in the garden. I've stayed later, but regret it for the rest of the day. That feeling like you spent all day swimming and just cannot shake the tired. Three hours in the morning seems about perfect.

I'll be honest though. I find the weeding overwhelming. I have the right side of the garden finished, but in the mean while the corn is pretty much growing in full grown lawn. I've never been good at keeping up.

The kids helped at first but they whine and argue the whole time. Wesley enjoys spraying the squash with soap water (in a failing attept to get the leaf rot under control)

Last few times I've just left before they wake up and leave a note. Only Wesley joins me by his own steam. "I kind of like it, but I am kinda mostly just scared that Daddy will get mad if I don't help."

He commented that he hates the work, but feels proud when he sees stuff growing. He was surprised when I told him I felt the exact same way.

I like watching things grow.

Wont count my pesto before the basil- but planting 40 of these was satisfying. Watching something grow from seed to table is fulfilling. :O)