It has been 5 years since I found comfort in the simple act of gardening. What began as a way to relax and grow food, quickly transformed into something much more meaningful: a special space where my grandkids and I could bond, create memories, and learn together.
I never knew I had a green thumb, so to not disappoint myself and become overwhelmed, I started small, with a few plants and pots, but over the years, our garden has flourished.
My grandkids are very excited to join me in the garden. Together, we learn not just how to grow food, but how to slow down and appreciate the small things.
As the seasons change, so does our garden. In the fall, our garden seems especially productive. Broccoli, carrots, and beets grow strong, and the cooler temperatures seem to make everything thrive. There’s something wonderful about harvesting vegetables we’ve nurtured all season long—whether it’s the crunchy sweetness of carrots pulled straight from the soil or the vibrant green broccoli heads.
Gardening with my grandkids has taught us valuable lessons:
Patience is key – Plants don’t grow overnight. We’ve learned that good things take time, and every seed we plant requires care and attention.
Responsibility – Caring for the garden means showing up, even when it’s hot.
Gratitude – Nothing tastes quite as good as something you’ve grown with your own hands.
Now, the garden is more than a hobby. It’s where stories unfold—about God’s creation, life, growth, change, and togetherness. It’s where I pass down some life experiences and knowledge to my grandkids, and they teach me.
I look forward to many more seasons of planting, harvesting, and, most importantly, making memories with my grandkids.
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