When the peas died in midsummer, I simply tore them up and wondered what to do next with that plot of land. Rio solved the problem for me by moving in and setting up a farm. She (and her sister and her friends) have been “farming” the empty bed for a few weeks now.
“Farming” seems to consist of:
- digging with hoes, shovels and hands
- drinking water
- pouring water on the dirt and painting oneself with soft mud
- talking loudly and at length about how hard farming is and how much Rio and the other kids wish they did not have to work all day in the hot sun doing hard labor on the farm.
A few days ago, Rio kicked the game up a notch by saving the seeds from her watermelon at snacktime, and taking them downstairs to plant in the garden. Which she did. She watered them copiously, and something green is poking its way out of the dark soil now. Is it a watermelon or a weed?
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