It's taken a looong time this year (possibly because of June's dreadful weather), but finally I am regularly harvesting food from the garden*. Carrots (my first ever really decent carrot crop!), courgettes, little cherry tomatoes, chard, and the last of the garlic.
Simultaneously, L has started on solids, which is great fun. We're doing baby-led weaning, so I've been putting slightly more effort into lunch (ie not just hummous sandwiches) then just giving L some of whatever I fancy eating. If possible, including at least a little of our back garden veg. Stir-fried chard, courgette, carrot, and a little garlic, with rice or rice noodles; a few halved cherry tomatoes or some rocket on the side; pasta with garden veggies in a tomato-y sauce; steamed veg with a baked potato.
L is a big fan of courgettes and carrots (most of it eventually ends up on the floor, and thence in the dog, but he grabs and sucks and gums with enthusiasm). The first time I gave him a cherry tomato, he pulled the most peculiar face and drummed his feet on the high chair, and I assumed he must not like it. But no; when it fell out and I put it back on the table, he grabbed with enthusiasm and shoved it straight back in, for another flapping-and-grimacing session. I guess tomatoes must be pretty intense (and home-grown fresh tomatoes even more so) after six months of breastmilk.
Seeing him starting to experiment with food has been fun; being able to share food that I grew with him has been fantastic.
It's not that I want to be parenty-high-horse about it. L is also eating plenty of stuff I didn't grow; and I don't garden because I think it's better for L, although I do want to reduce household food miles**, but because I love doing it. It's one of the non-parent things I've tried to keep up while submerged in newborn parenting.
But I love growing food, and I love eating food I've grown, and I love being able to include L in that. Some of those plants I planted (or watered, or thinned) while carrying him in a sling over the last six months. I harvest them while he plays on the grass, and then we both eat them. It feels like the way I want my life to fit together, with the various parts of it feeding (ha!) into one another.
And then I blog about it, and the words join into the same pattern.
* There's been salad all summer; but we haven't eaten that much of it. I have to conclude that we just don't eat much in the way of salad leaves, even nice ones, and intend to plant much less of that next year.
** Not that our tiny back garden meets more than a fraction of our food needs, although I'm trying to improve on that over time as I work out what's best to grow.