Tell us a story about a time long ago when you helped plant something, such as a vegetable crop, a tree, or flowers. Who were you with? What did you plant? And were you around later to watch it grow?
An appropriate question for this Easter day, in this season of new life and growing things.
I am thinking of the day last summer, at the Botanical Gardens with the kids... in the magical Hershey's children's garden. There was a potting bench set up, with young plants and seedlings in soft pots, and a bed of turned earth nearby, all child height. A chalkboard proclaimed in whimsical lettering that we were to plant, or pot; leave, or take. We dug and placed and watered, sunk our fingers into dark rich soil, side by side with other polite and lovely young ones, each so very excited to dig up a plant and put in in a pot, to cradle the roots and water them, to gather them and choose them and even take them home.
We didn't take our plants. We left them to continue their back and forth journey, to bring light into children's eyes.
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