I will be spending this Father’s Day wrist-deep in dirt, because my little daughter is now a farmer of sorts. The nation, and indeed the world, are watching a different kind of crop grow in Washington, DC. Mr. Mueller is not screwing around, and the yield from the garden he’s growing could be substantial in the fullness of time.
I will likely be spending this Father’s Day wrist-deep in dirt, because my daughter is now a farmer of sorts. Her preschool class started growing lima beans in little Dixie cups, and when they sprouted, she was allowed to take her three plants home. We transplanted them into one of the Earth Boxes we have on the back deck, right next to the lettuce, onions, potatoes, carrots, broccoli, herbs and cherry tomatoes. She helped plant them all, wearing my farmer’s hat like a restaurant tray on her head.
She says the same thing every evening after school: “Daddy, let’s watch my beans grow!” And so out we go to stand over her imperceptibly growing lima beans as the setting sun lights the western tree line on fire. After, we inspect everything else for signs of …read more