H and I were playing with play dough.
“What is your project?” I asked him.
“Rolling balls,” he informed me.
“What is my role?” I asked.
“Your role is rolling like papi.”
I was not certain what this meant exactly, but experience has taught me that further questions sometimes elicit clarifying answers, so I asked, “What is your role?”
“My roll is something different,” he said, “like a worm.”
A beat passed before I realized we were talking about different things, me the parts we were playing in the game, he the way our hands were moving to form the play dough and the different shapes made by each way of rolling. My roll makes balls. His makes worms. My role was to make balls. I’m still not sure what his was.
We sprouted bean seeds in a jar; started carrots seeds in an egg carton and transplanted them to a pot; and covered scattered kale seeds with a quarter inch of soil. We’ve been watering, watching, wondering, awestruck by our ability to help food grow, and are already plotting what seeds to sow next summer: cantaloupe, corn, cucumbers, green beans. We’ve been reading, too:
Planting a Rainbow by Lois Ehlert
Growing Vegetable Soup by Lois Ehlert
The Big Princess by Taro Miura
To Be Like the Sun by Susan Marie Swanson, illustrated by Margaret Chodos-Irvine
The Carrot Seed by Ruth Krauss, illustrated by Crockett Johnson
What Kinds of Seeds Are These? by Heidi Bee Roemer, illustrated by Olena Kassian
From Seed to Plant by Gail Gibbons
Planting the Wild Garden by Kathryn O. Galbraith, illustrated by Wendy Anderson Halperin
A Seed Is Sleepy by Dianna Hutts Aston, illustrated by Sylvia Long