Full Flower Moon.
Inch by inch, row by row, gonna to make this garden grow...
That has been the kids goodnight lullaby since their beginning. Having sang that every night for ‘Drew's first 6 years and Chloe's 4, I’m thinking I don’t know another song by heart.
That really just could not be.
We are grooming ‘Drew as a silent gardener. No gas machines -only hand tools, and push mowers. A garden about growing rather than cutting. And always, later, about the process of decay.
It’s hard to imagine that with all of the safety gear kids are suppose to wear these days that they may actually get through an entire childhood without a skint knee. It’s just unnatural.
We do spend a lot of time protecting our kids. I reckon there are different buffers found at each generation. But why not give them the full catastrophe?