he is a real dirt-boy. we spent mornings at our allotment, afternoons at nick's foxhole garden (beans growing to the greenhouse roof!) and played in our garden - all local adventures. Strawberries seemed to last for months - and he got to pick out the good ones. Now that they're over, he still points to the beds and says 'da da da' (give me give me!). I have to take him down to the rasberries, or the currants, or the blackberries. a berry boy. sometimes he sits next to me as I dig, and breaks up the clods (and eats them). But mostly it's still impossible to to much that is productive with him around...some days I'm lucky, other days I can spend 5 snatched minutes tying up a renegade tomato.
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