My boy has developed a new interest, which was initially germinated in school and then transplanted to the home environment.
It started with him 'transplanting' tree branches and flowers at break times, which then led to him being asked to join a new organic lunch-time gardening club. Clever school, they're so clever that they also roped me in!! I am very happy to help of course, even with my very green-less fingers!
The first real planting was 3 tomato seeds in a pot and this has been followed by more. Much more.
All this planting, germinating, transplanting etc; brought lots of childhood memories flooding back to me. Especially when he planted those damn tomatoes.
You see my dad, and his dad before him, were great growers of tomatoes and other vegetables, that they grew in greenhouses. Of sorts.
To clarify, we lived in a council house and had not much funds for expensive greenhouses, so my ingenious father, seriously ingenious, saw an innovative opportunity any time ANY of our neighbours were getting their windows replaced! You can guess the rest and it actually really worked.
He grew the most fabulous and tasty tomatoes but the greenhouse wasn't the only way that they were ripened. He used to wrap them in newspapers, when he plucked them green off the vine and he would put them in the hot press, in among all the clothes. You got more than a clean pair of knickers every time you went in there I can tell you! The tomatoes were also ripened by placing them on the windowsills, which varied depending on where the sun shone.
Silly me shared all of this, ALL of it, with my boy who found it both amusing and intriguing. I'd planted a seed of my own.
Within minutes he decided he was getting his own greenhouse....and that was final. Non negotiable.
So off he went and bought one, with his own money. I'm not a complete walk-over you know! With total insistence he put it all together himself....
He put all his plants into it...tomatoes, 2 different melons and a kiwi seed...don't ask! And also 3 trays of lettuce, carrots and beetroot! He has been watering them and minding them really well for all of last week. While they and the greenhouse somehow survived last Saturday morning's hail/thunderstorm and a nearby tornado they didn't survive heavy wind on Sunday night! Luckily it was just the trays that were left outside that night but they ended up in a total heap, all mixed up together.
I scraped up all the compost and in doing so I came across most of the lettuce seedlings and some beetroot ones. I reckoned as I'd previously saved a goldfish with CPR I could save some seedlings that didn't have any mouths. I mean, how hard could it be? So I just put them back in the trays and hoped for the best.
He was happy with that but it's not the same. They're not perfect, you see and he has to start again. Sigh. Which is fine by me, really, but we'll keep these ones too.
He minds them somewhat now and takes them in at night....and they take over the floor at the radiator, the back door and my draining board! Deja vu all over again!
You can see that the lettuce seedlings are still going strong. The beetroot ones are also coming along but are so tiny that you can't see them here.
His tomato plants are doing amazingly well...
I'm so happy for him and happy to encourage his new found interest. I also look forward to eating his produce.
Just as long as I don't find any ripening tomatoes in my knicker drawer....