Finally, Habesha in our Habesha Garden.Meazi likes the kale...
Meazi and her daddy harvested the barley...
Meazi expressed her disdain for the tomatoes until I told her that they were the main ingredient in ketchup. She is now giving them a second look. Moses took an opportunity to polish them off, and then hid in the bushes until he felt better...
Melese is just happy to be outside...
The last of the broccoli was picked...
And steamed...
As you can see, the Habesha Garden was a bit neglected while we were busy becoming a family of six...
Imagine my shock and dismay as I stepped outside one day and saw Meazi, sweat beating down her face, wielding this large garden tool...
Steven had purchased it for her at Home Depot. Uhm, excuse me, this is DANGEROUS. He said she had expressed a keen interest in gardening/farming and had obviously done some hard farm work before. He then reminded me that my Montessori teacher mom had encouraged us to let our children use real adult items. I am pretty sure she meant small, blunt, scissors.Speaking of dangerous, we took the kidlets to visit our bees. Meazi loves honey, and has some almost everyday. She was not at all afraid...
Steven suffered his first sting, on the eyelid. The bees had been so docile up to now, that he thought he could forgo the head protection. The gentle Rooney Easter Bees, have been replaced by a new swarm that are unfortunately, not as friendly. They are also inundated with wax moth larvae, which I am told is a very bad thing. Please don't expect your Habesha Honey in the mail this Holiday season.
I am really looking forward to more gardening with the kids.We've come a long way...
(Insert the over-the-top-what-once-was-barren- and-cold metaphor here.)
