My week – grow
I don’t think I will ever grow bored of seeing my children snap open a peapod and count the peas, before popping the contents into their mouths. All straight from the garden.
Parenting job number 146 complete.
I can almost see the children grow that little bit more.
We’ve been talking a lot about nutrition this week. Recently, I’ve moved us away from snacks that come in little plastic bags and see-through boxes. Unless they’re healthy. More towards homemade or homegrown, again.
It feels like I revisit this on a regular basis. I’ll get us to the point of eating well and then, something happens, and I’m back buying convenience food again.
Anyway, this time it has not altogether been greeted with unanimous enthusiasm. Crisps seem to be the most contentious topic, but I know I’m doing it right. Meal dishes are cleared. Snack bowls of tomatoes and grapes devoured on a daily basis. Fruit muffins disappear as soon as they are out of the Aga…oh, hang on, that always happens anyway.
A turning point this week was when the two older children watched “How to stay young” with us. The concept of a true body age, that doesn’t match the number of times you’ve travelled around the sun, shocked them. The grape bowl was empty by the time the program finished.
They’ve learnt about nutrition since before reception class. I guess in the same way snack brands advertise as often as they can to reinforce their message, most of us need that nudge from the healthy message too, on a regular basis.
Before you think that I’m depriving them completely, we do make cakes and other snacks. The theory is that I cannot bake in the same quantity as snacks can be purchased and devoured. Plus I can cut the unnecessary sugar and salt down too.
(adds: reusuable snack pouches to sewing list).
I know they are growing. I went through Youngest’s wardrobe at the weekend. I ended up with four bags of clothes to go out in recycling, that he has outgrown. Outgrown in the sense of an excess of ankle and wrists showing. Turns out that he has enough trousers, but pyjamas are an endangered species.
(adds: pyjamas to sewing list)
At the weekend, we visited grandparents. Their clematis orientalis (flowers and seedheads in photos above) was putting on the most amazing show. All stages of the flower on the bush, with bumble bees enjoying it.
I’m trying to add more colour and interest to my garden at this time of year. This plant looks perfect. I collected seedheads and took cuttings. I am an optimistic cutting taker. My motto is “nothing lost in trying and everything to gain”. Whatever the time of year. Sometimes it works.
My hop cuttings were flourishing, from a few weeks ago. Tiny little leaves at the ends of the stalks had appeared. Over the weekend, eggs must have hatched on the few older leaves and the caterpillars munched the new growth. I saved what I could, and they are showing signs of growing again. The plants, not the caterpillars. I don’t know how they’re doing. They’re fending for themselves outside.
It may be the end of our growing season. Plenty to get in from the garden still, but growing never stops. Especially with children in the house. I’ll be packing the Teen off on her DofE expedition this weekend, with plenty of healthy snacks. Just need to keep our fingers crossed about the weather. I’ll be busy dismantling and preparing the old piano stool I picked up this week, which I’d prefer to do outside. I’m sure my knitting will grow too. I’m sure I’ll bake a few apple pies too. I’m sure the remaining children will eat them all.
Lots more growing to do. Hope you have a good weekend. See you on the other side.
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