Garden memories

Today was the third sunny day in a row, leading me to believe that dry season (what we call summer here) is just around the corner.  This sunny day found us out in the yard, replanting my garden.
For years after moving to this tropical country, I did no gardening whatsoever.  I was very busy, traveling all the time, and the whole YWAM property was under construction. So every time I did actually take time to plant something, I would come back the next day to find it under a pile of rubble.  Yes, that really did happen.

But now we have been in the same house for almost 6 years, and  I am pretty sure nothing will ever be built in our back yard.  So I have begun gardening.

Tropical gardening is still a bit new to me.  I have very fond memories of gardening with my mom; first in Montana, and then Portland.  I clearly remember at our little school house in Montana, my mom gave us each a little square of the garden to plant ourselves. I think that I planted it with one of those seed varitey packs, but maybe I'm not sure how acurate my memory is. I must have been about 4 or 5.

There was something that facinated me about gardening as a child: interacting with nature, seeing the fruits of my labor, time spent outdoors, the wonderful feel of dirt.  Now as a mom myself, I want my girls to have the same great memories. Maybe that is what has finally driven me to learn gardening here.

Only my little ones won't remember planting carrots and peas, like I do, but pineapples and papayas. Today we were out in the garden planting some bell peppers.  They love the hot weather.  So do sweet potatoes, tomatoes and basil.  Princess enjoyed making the little holes, and putting the seeds in.  Rose played with sticks and found a bug. 

Then we all played in the wading pool.  A perfect morning. I just hope that we don't get to many heavy rains and ruin all my plans.