A local nonprofit called Grow Pittsburgh runs a “gardens in schools” program and my kids’ school is one of the sites. Every week for a certain number of weeks, Farmer Courtney comes and meets with each class one period per week to help them get the garden going. Then, the kids and parents keep it up and Farmer Courtney swings back through in June/July to talk about harvesting, etc.
Well, Mikey is in love with Farmer Courtney. He basically thinks the sun shines out of her earrings (which I hear about almost as much as her rubber boots). She comes on Thursdays and “interrupts work time in the afternoon” as the kids plant herbs and start seeds in the sunny windowsills of the classroom.
This morning, Mikey skipped up the steps to school. “Today Farmer Courtney comes! It’s Thursday!!!”
He came home with a piece of crusty paper. He clutched it to his bosom, explaining that Farmer Courtney put some live worms on the paper so he could see how the wiggle and move. Then he drew a picture of the worm and drew some examples of things worms eat. Then, they tossed the worms into the raised beds outside.
Today also happened to be Farmer Courtney’s last visit of the spring. My poor little dude is going to be pretty sad not to see her next Thursday. I’m going to try to lift his spirits by starting some seeds inside. Maybe outside if the weather stops spewing snow.
We had a pretty awesome garden for a few years, but the year I was pregnant with Alex, Mikey helped me “weed” and there went that crop. Then, the year Alex was born, well…we did manage to grow a potted cherry tomato plant on the porch! I can’t even remember why we didn’t have a garden last year, though I have the skeleton of a pea teepee all set up back there.
Perhaps Farmer Courtney’s energy can live on in our backyard and we’ll have some veggies. Or, I might just sign us up to tend the school garden for one week in late July so we can harvest some of the tomatoes and basil with less effort.
Either way, it’s exciting to hear my son get so excited about a program at school.