Planting time

We got a few trees and bushes in on a perfectly soggy day last week.  It was an activity for the whole family so we did it for family night.

Since it was just after Henry's birthday, we offered him ownership of the blueberry bushes; they'll be "Henry's blueberries" as I hope to train him to full ownership in caring for them.

In addition to the blueberry bushes, we planted three Asian pear trees.  It was after touring a neighbor's property early last fall--when they were ripe and juicy--that the kids told me we had to plant a few on our property.  

I do not look too thrilled in the picture because at that very moment I was still reeling over a mother vs. the older children argument about where to plant the trees.  Apparently, where Paul and I had carefully planned and spaced them interfered with the boys' football field, as if there was not enough open grass to play in here.  The conflict was resolved (and the little tree survived a tipping wheel barrow incident) and Charlie got his pear tree right where we had originally planned. In the meantime; I have put cages around the little trees just in case the boys forget there are other places to play tackle football.    

In addition to blueberries and pears, we planted a bunch of strawberries.  A neighbor found a bunch of them in their woods and invited us over to dig them up and add to our existing patch.  So off I took with a wagon, some empty tubs, and a lot of little helpers.

"Who will help me plant the strawberries, blueberries and pear trees?" said the tired little Mommy.  And they all replied: "I will!"