So elementary, and yet . . . not. When you're two years old.
Also on today's curriculum: What's a weed (goddamn dock plants) and what's something we can eat (arugula); why only plants and not people go into the raised bed (soil compaction and killing plants); why it's a bad idea to pound on the metal parts of the lawn tractor with a hammer (dents leading to rust) but the rubber tires are okay; why it's best to pull up dandelion plants before the pretty yellow flowers turn into evil, fluffy seeds that try to take over the garden; why blackberry plants require caution (thorns, like the rose bush or a cactus) and on and on and on.
I never thought I would make a very good teacher, yet here I am.
Incidentally, if you would like a child you know to learn about vegetable gardens, the MiL's friend (hi, Becky!) just sent Cubby a great book called Two Little Gardeners. It's one of those Little Golden Books classics, written in 1951 by Margaret Wise Brown, the author of Good Night Moon, and another lady named Edith Thacher Hurd. Anyway, it's a very nice little book all about growing vegetables. It's pretty detailed, and Cubby and I have had many discussions already about all the tools used in the garden (all of which he knows) and all the vegetables grown in the garden (all of which he also knows, and eats).
So this book, along with the A.A. Milne books, gets the Blackrock Seal of Approval. For whatever that's worth.
And now I think I shall go recline on the couch for awhile. It's getting hard to bend over to pull weeds, and my legs are protesting this morning's mild labors already. It's going to be a long three more months . . .