On the Seventh Day it Was Good

Today I spent my day of rest in my community garden plot with my kids. My five-year-old daughter loves to claim that she has found the “biggest zucchini ever” each time we go out, which is never something I want to hear. I have a friend who has a theory that when a zucchini reaches the optimum size that it becomes instantly invisible until it attains the dimensions of a baseball bat. My three-year-old son uses them like baseball bats, or golf clubs, depending on his mood, usually hitting a stray cherry tomato. He takes playing with his food to an all-new level. My daughter spent the majority of her time dead-heading all of the marigolds that she planted this spring and told me that she was collecting the seeds for next time. It’s always hard to think about next time when you are up to your eyeballs in squash, beans, tomatoes and cucumbers. That’s what kids are good for… “again mommy, again.”