My little Green Thumb

It seems as though I've brought out the Green Thumb in little Zacha. By the way, I call him Zacha now. Wednesdays are our long days, so I am always thinking of little activities for us to do. Today's agenda included a picnic, English lessons, and planting Texas Wildflowers. He has known about this for about five days, and for five days it has consumed his thoughts. His brothers encouraged him, but let out giggles because of this innocent enthusiasm for planting flowers and watching them grow. After school the weather wasn't so great, so we had lunch inside. Bummer. We made our way to the flower shop downstairs and purchased a small bag of fertil soil for 1,50 euro. Upstairs we went. I found a pot that had a dead plant in it, so I salvaged it. I poured the soil into the pot as Zacha's eyes twinkled. He was hopping around on his knees.

I handed him the seeds that I brought from home. He started opening the package. He looked and was so upset because they didn't look like seeds. He thought we got jipped. I had to tell him that they all look different because they are different flowers. He was relieved. He could barely wait to get his hands in the dirt.

I told him that he could put the seeds in the dirt. And he did, VERY meticulously. How adorable is that? Afterwards I handed him the stick so that he could stir and till the soil and let the seeds find their home. He was all smiles.

It was time to water our new little seedlings. I let him carry the pot to the sink so that I could show him how to water them, since it will be his job from now on. Kids can get a little overzealous and water plants too much. So I told him that he could "sprinkle" them with water because we don't want them to drown and die. That's what he did - very very carefully.


We found a home for the pot on one of his window sills, right next to Jonah and the whale.

I will keep you updated on the growth of Zacha's little babies.