I'm not a gardener (or a cook, or a baker, or a...), but sometimes I try. Several years ago these little garden plots became available, just a few blocks from my old place. So we snagged one. The kids were little, and we only had two of them at that time, so it was for their benefit--in theory. We planted things. Easy things like lavender, kale, strawberries, peas. And then we'd water them. That's just about it. I have sweet little pictures of the girls all little, walking holding hands to the garden on a summer night. The garden plot was another place in my community I'd love to go to with them, even once Hosea was born too, all of us as a growing little family, growing little plants. Hosea would be in a baby carrier and I'd lean over to water things and his face would go into them, or he'd grab them. Later, I'd put him down hoping he'd stay put...but he wouldn't. So I'd water and wrangle, water and wrangle... People would walk by and chuc