We have a garden. It’s a garden where I let my 4-year-old daughter Claire do pretty much whatever she wants. I let her plant seeds at the wrong time of year. I let her water whenever she wants to. I let her pick and eat any edible plants. You would think the garden would be a mess but actually it’s quite nice. We have huge parsley plants, English peas and massive amounts of broccoli.
We planted the broccoli seeds on a whim in the dead of winter. We do live near the wine country in Northern California so the winters here are mild. I let Claire plant the seeds but I never thought that the broccoli would actually grow in our somewhat neglected garden. I think I was as excited about it as she is. When I saw the broccoli growing, I ran for the camera and here is a photo of our first harvest.
When we picked our first bunch, we steamed it and ate the bright green stalks with olive oil and salt–irresistible. I can’t wait until our magic garden sprouts more delicious vegetables. Now my daughter frequently reminds me to check the vegetables in the garden so we can eat them. I love that.