Our front flower beds needed mulching, badly. So this weekend we planned a “garden day” for Saturday. It was a wonderful day. Don’t get me wrong, it was work. We trimmed bushes, weeded, spread mulch and more. Arnie is still sore from shoveling, wheeling and dumping mulch. But really Hayden made a day of work into a day of fun. He had a blast following Daddy around with his little wheelbarrow full of mulch and dumping it just where he thought we needed it. He dragged around the rake, jumped in the leaves, “helped” us prune bushes, plant flower bulbs, pretended to be a frog and entertained Baby Mason.
He chattered away and the things that came out of his mouth just melted your heart and made you want to sing. Just a few of my favorites…
“You’re a good cutter Daddy.” When Arnie was pruning several of our large grassy-bush things.
“I love mulch!” Of course, he loved carting it around, throwing it, climbing on the mulch pile… you get the idea.
“Garden Day is a great day.” Randomly said, throughout the entire day.
Its truly amazing what being outside in the fresh air and doing something productive can do. Hayden, at 3 years old, has such pride in those flower beds now. We pull out of the driveway or go outside and he talks about how “we did that” and that it “was fun” and “garden day is a good day”.
I can hardly wait until spring when the daffodils, tulips and buttercups start to push up through the dirt and mulch and point out to Hayden how the work of that one garden day brought beauty all the way into the spring.
aw, your boys seriously have the cutest smiles ever. And great helpers! I recently put away my garden tools, but I can't wait to dig them back out when the sun comes back to stay!
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