On one of the days during the start of spring my husband and middle boy decided to plant their apples seeds. They found a small plant pot, and filled it with some soil. Every day middle boy would go and water it. Sometimes he would sneak back downstairs in his pyjamas, because he had forgotten about it until he was starting to drift off to sleep.
A few days later, middle boy came running into the house screaming.
"Whats up hun?" I asked, assuming he had hurt himself, or had been chased by some wasps.
"look mum" he cried, holding out the plant pot with a huge beaming smile on his face. "its growing!"
Much to my surprise, the apple pip had sprouted, it had a small stem with two leaves on it. Middle boy was so excited that I let him phone his Dad at work to tell him. The kid was literally bouncing around the room; much to his older brothers amusement.
Surged on by middle boys excitement, we decided to go to the gardening centre and 'just look' at the fruit trees. We wanted to give middle boy an idea of what he was growing.
While we were there we ended up buying:
Looking back now I think we may have gone slightly overboard, as we knew absolutely nothing about gardening. But we were hoping to grow something!
I remember that afternoon well, my once nail varnished hands were covered in compost and dirt. I never realised it would be so hard to get the dirt out of my finger nails. The boys loved getting dirty, filling all the huge pots with compost.
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