Since then, Connor has learned to identify most weeds found in the garden - and while he might not pull the root out when he gives the weed a tug, he at least doesn't pull plants out that will at some point produce flowers.
Last Friday, the dumptruck of mulch arrived. It was cool, but not nearly as cool as I thought Connor would think it was. But once I told him we would be moving that mulch with our wheelbarrow "weebawo", then it was very cool.
Saturday morning we got to work. I continued pulling weeds while Ed filled his giant wheelbarrow, and Connor filled his smaller wheelbarrow.
Then the two of them would find places needing mulch and drop off their loads - preparing to return for more. Connor would often stay behind and spread mulch between the plants, which is actually an excellent job for him - aided by the hoe he got last week at the grocery store. (Did I mention that Connor now realizes he can get just about everything he wants at the grocery store - including gummy vitamins and candy? That's what he told me a few nights ago, anyway.)
Once it got unbearably hot, we threw on our swimsuits, slathered the sunscreen on, and splashed around in the pool.
On Sunday, Ed actually spent about 6 consecutive hours spreading mulch, while Connor and I played at the park, had a snack, and took a nap.
Elaine
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