From Grandpa's Stash

We gave my Dad three packets of seeds last year (I use the word "we" liberally because I picked them up and wrote the kids' names on them. Isn't that how Grandparent gifts go sometimes?!). One pack was filled with pumpkin seeds. Specifically titled "Little Guy." Now, doesn't that adjective match our number three chunk perfectly?

Now harvested, we headed over and took some from his stash. Each kid was quick to select and guard two. (Can't remember what Paige's face was all about. Grandpa was teasing her about something or other.) The pumpkins now line our garden fence outback. The girls are eagerly waiting to paint them. We'll see.

Then it was back to the shed. A second pack of seeds were "birdhouse gourds." Paige was all for those. Doesn't that sound like a fun G'pa/G'kid activity? Cutting holes, dumping out the seeds, painting, and finally displaying in the garden somewhere. It won't happen until this huge stash sits and drys through the winter. But, the girls have already laid claims on which is theirs. Though they wonder, now, how they'll remember which is which after G'pa's comment that he just might move them around. Oh the worry! I'm thinking they'll tromp through the snow several times to recheck them during the coming months.

And, the third packet? For those keeping track and wondering - "Watermelon radishes." Meg loves watermelon. G'pa doesn't. He sees it as nothing more than tasteless water. But, because she loves watermelon and he loves trying new/weird varieties, they made it into his hands!