My nephew and his family were visiting from Northfield this past weekend and so we all gathered at my parents’ house on Saturday for brunch. It was good to see my nephew and his wife and little boy–there are very few small children in my life these days.
My mom got out one of her stand-by toys for visiting kids–my old Fisher Price farm set. We were joking around (as always) and my sister mentioned that it was MY farm set, not OURS. I had forgotten that little tidbit, although I remember playing with that farm set for hours and hours. Putting the chickens up on the fence (or in the hayloft), using the horse to pull the little wagon, switching out the male and female farmers on the tractor.
It was suggested that perhaps I came by my penchant for gardening partly as a result of this early training. I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know that I enjoyed getting down on the floor and setting it up just like I used to when I was little. They all laughed as I quickly set the fence just like I used to and put those chickens up there where they “belong.” (Seriously I have no idea if chickens really sit on fences–but these have the appropriately shaped spaces on the bottom so in this set, that’s where they go.)
Here’s to early training!