The neighbour provides for good Saturday morning entertainment and education.

He has a tangerine tree in the back yard and for the last two winters has been donating a bag or two of the fruit to our household.

Grandboy and I are eating some, and picking out the seeds. Therein starts a vital lesson in survivalist theory: How To Grow Food From Seed.

The littleun drops our bowl of seeds on the ground and laments the fact that they’ve gotten dirty.

“That’s ok”, I said, “they’re going into the dirt anyways”.

“Ooooohhh I get it, haha they’ll be all dirty” was the reply.

So he pokes his skinny little kid finger in a planter I’m using to keep LAST year’s seedlings alive and pops the seeds in there, covers them up and we water them.

And then sits there for a few minutes encouraging them to grow. These sounds can be heard from the kitchen while I’m tidying things up:

“Go little seed grow grow!”

“C’mon you can do it”

“Gwampa why they not grow? Are they sick?”

The concept of “A Long Time” is yet to be learned 🙂