When Clover heard that I was selling the bright plastic toddler slide, she was upset. Never mind that we have a large play structure with a big kid slide. She wanted the baby slide too, despite not having used it in over a year. She surprised me by suddenly dropping her opposition when she heard what I was doing. When I said I was reclaiming some of the backyard, she was angry, but when I said vegetable bed, she was thrilled.
For the past two years, I've wanted to replace the ratty wood chip area that housed some of the kids' toys and make it into a more pleasant garden. Taking over the entire space at once would be too much for the kids to handle, so last year I decided that this Spring I would get rid of the slide and put in a vegetable bed. Maybe next year I'll plant some flowers to the right of the bed and then finally I will get rid of the plastic playhouse and claim the entire level for myself. I have an herb bed envisioned for the playhouse area, so I am giving Rocket another two years with that house before it goes bye-bye.
For the record, I had this idea way before the Obamas. Just sayin'.
The kids were starting too get too comfortable with the dirt when Rocket announced, as if he'd just realized it, "We don't have a sandbox!" Maybe I wasn't being so kind when I responded with "And you never will!" The kids suggested that once we are ready for the playhouse to go, we could put in a sandbox. They don't share my dream of an herb garden, for some reason.