The second summer we moved in Jason built a garden out back. Over the years we’ve planted grapes, blueberries, tomatoes, herbs, beets, pole beans, peppers, a variety of greens and other vegetables that have been hit or miss (artichokes don’t flourish when you start them in July). Five years ago I didn’t know the difference between an annual and a perennial, but my thumb is slowly turning from jet black to a brownish-olive tone. This year we ventured beyond the standard nursery starts and planted some exotic veggies from seed. Watermelon radishes, rainbow carrots, asparagus beans (that were sacrificed to the slugs, despite multiple rounds of coffee ground ammo). Now our garden is in full swing. Carson loves to hang out and watch the garden grow as we harvest, compost, water and weed. One of his favorite activities is filling the plastic pots with rocks and then dumping them out. But that’s been replaced with helping us harvest. Unfortunately since I’ve introduced him to the beans he thinks everything that’s green is ripe for the picking. Now if only I can channel that energy into pulling up the weeds.