Planting Bulbs with Annabelle

On Monday when the sun was shining and beckoning us to get outside, Annabelle and I visited our local garden center so we could pick up an assortment of early spring flowers to plant.  However, because of the snow, the gardeners had no flowers, so we decided to pick up spring bulbs (that could be planted as late as May and would bloom in mid to late summer).   When we returned home with our bulbs, our afternoon of planting went something like this:

First we loaded up Annabelle’s Radio flyer with dirt, bulbs, and gardening tools.  We then needed to haul the wagon to front yard so that we could garden in full sun.   I pulled.  But then . . .

Annabelle stopped me.  “Mama, I do it, kay? I pull.”

And then, a few seconds later . . .

“Mama pull, kay? It’s heav-eee!”  So again, I pull the wagon  (stopping now and again to take a photo).

In the front yard, Annabelle tells me, “Mama, I dig, kay? You watch.”

I watch her dig and dig and dig and dig. After a few minutes, she looks up, the pot just about 1/4 full with dirt, and says, “All done.”

I encourage her to keep digging.   “The bulbs need more dirt so we need to keep digging.”

She digs and digs and digs. I take more photos.

Until she looks up at me with this look on her face. “Mama, help too, kay?   Mama dig too.”

I laugh and then join her, never suggesting we lift up the bag of dirt to fill our pots (what fun would that be?), and together we dig and dig and dig.  A few minutes later, all of our pots are full of dirt and then one by one, Annabelle drops the bulbs into the pots.

Now, we wait.  And wait and wait and wait.  And around the time I am due to deliver the little one who is growing in my tummy, our bulbs should be in full bloom.

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