Garden Boys

Boys with corn, July 2009

Joey and Danny have checked on their backyard garden every day since they worked so hard to plant the thing, which makes that plot of dirt and all of its sprouting nutrition a project well worth making. I figured long ago that even if food was never born from that box out back, my guys would grow and blossom because of their masterpiece — they hand-picked their favorite packets of seeds, shoveled and pushed wheelbarrows full of sand, dirt and mulch, sunk their hands into the earth and still, months later, they monitor the progress of the fruits (and veggies) of their labor with unwavering excitement. I love that my boys have become gardeners (their great grandma would be so proud), and I love that today, they came shouting for me because of what they discovered: Corn.

And here it is (the corn), in all its glory (and taller than my tallest baby), with little cobs popping up all over the place. And here they are (the boys), in all of their glory — and with their favorite summer harvest: Fla-vor-ice. (Apparently, they are not the only fans.)