My daughter and I went out to play today in the 70+ degree temperatures. Our goal was to take advantage of the last gasp of warm weather before old man winter came for his annual visit. Almost immediately my daughter darted to the sandbox. We removed the covers from the sandbox to reveal an assortment of toys half buried in the sand for safekeeping. She played in the sand for a bit, moving the sand back and forth and putting into various buckets and containers, while I moved a couple patio doors to a better location for the winter (possible greenhouse story later!). In order to put them where I intended I needed to move my assorted collection of nursery pots (I’m not sure I can bring myself to throw any good pots away). All this commotion caught my daughter’s attention and she had to get in on the game. We had pots strewn all over. Little pots, big pots and everything in between. Flats and cells of all kinds could be seen. Ok enough bad poetry, we had a big mess. But Grace was great. She loved stacking the pots into other pots and even started putting some really small 1″ and 2″ pots into a cell where each one would fit. To her it was a game, a big puzzle to solve. If only we all could keep the attitude of a happy little 2 year old all our lives.
