The tray held six little, green cabbage plants growing out of it. Turning the tray carefully upside down he gently squeezed the bottom part of one of the plants until it slid from its tray and landed in his hand.
Daddy handed that one to Mary and directed her where to drop it on the ground underneath the string. Roene and Jo pressed in for their turn, and so began our annual garden planting. I knelt down and felt the ground with my right hand. It had rained recently, but the ground was still hard and
unforgiving. This was going to be harder than I thought. I bit my lip and plunged in. Cupping my right hand, I held the plant in my left, stiffening my fingers I pushed them three inches into the ground. I scooped the dirt back to make about a three inch hole and dropped the plant in gently. Carefully, I mushed the dirt back up around it and patted it down, then moved on to the next one. Donny came along with a pail of water and dipped a bit out with an old sour cream container and poured it over the new plant. We continued in this way until the garden was finished about an hour and a half later.
When we finished, our little garden boasted two thick rows of green beans, twenty-five tomato plants, two zucchini plants, three cucumber plants, one row of cabbage and one row of cauliflower. It was a good little garden, and it had gone quickly and been fun with all the hands helping, even though it was painful to the fingers.
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