This is how I find him every morning, diligently watering away. He must army crawl his way up the steps from his crib, open the sliding door that leads to the container garden on the deck, and wrestle the hose off its perch. I haven't figured out how he turns the spigot on the rain barrel yet. He's not nearly tall enough. Maybe our dog Jake is involved somehow? Wouldn't surprise me considering the stray Jake hairs I'll occasionally find clenched in North's fist. Evidence from his morning rendezvous!
I don't blame him for his love of the garden. There is nothing more satisfying than feeling the early morning sunlight as you sip a cup of coffee (or suck your binkie) and water the garden in your pajamas. It is especially beautiful now, while the plants are producing fruit.
We're a member of a CSA and pick up weekly produce from a local farm, so this year, we kept the container garden simple:
3 tomatoes of varying sizes, grape to medium-large
1 fajita bell pepper
1 yellow bell pepper
1 red bell pepper
2 jalapeno peppers
There is also an accidental garden growing out of last years compost bin. So far, it seems to be growing acorn squash and cucumbers maybe?
Going back to work will mean that North and I cannot water the garden together in the morning anymore. But I have a feeling that will become special Daddy and Northie time soon enough.