Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We drove up to see our older grandson yesterday, and had a mellow time with him.  We read, played with a sticker activity set, a soft toy set and then went to his back yard and kicked a soccer ball, examined the vegetable garden, and tried to put together the water canal toy we'd gotten him almost a year ago.  Then we met our daughter-in-law for lunch and when we got back we pulled him in his wagon to the nearby garden shop and picked out plants for his little garden in a wooden box that we'd gotten him last birthday.  He already had two rose plants, and he picked out a tall yellow snapdragon, two strawberry plants, a purple flower and a pale pink one.  We dug the holes, planted and then he watered his garden.  By now he was clearly missing a nap and we said goodbye and drove home.  He's grown quite a bit since we last saw him, and I had a pang about when I'll see him next, as they are booked up.  But I appreciated the simple joy of the garden, planting and the miracle of growth:  the plants and his.