When I was growing up we lived in a tiny terraced with a concrete back yard and we had a few pots of flowers. My mum (because she tried to give us everything, even though we were skint) tried to show us how to grow fruit through tomato plants. This absolutely enchanted me. took up very little space and a neighbour gave her the plants each year and she would give her back yummy tomatoes. Great budgeting skills hey! I still remember their fabulous taste and watering them and picking them.
My sons first exposure to naturally growing fruit was the blackberries we picked and put in his bike hat from by our local canal. So exciting that he could just pick and eat, he was thrilled and always recalls this.
When I got married my gorgeous, adored Great Aunty Eileen gave us two apple trees. The apples make mouth watering pies, the blossom delights us and frames many a photo, but most of all as I see the fruit grow I remember her and her wonderful sense of family and I feel life continue.
Last year we grew some tiny strawberries plants in our garden. A little girl who came to play said they looked like ‘fairies strawberries.’
Growing fruit has something ‘tingly special’ about it. Perhaps it’s the colour, the taste, the amazement that food really does come from the land not the supermarket…that touches children’s hearts.Growing your own fruit can be a good budget option. It can be eaten, cooked, frozen, jammed, swapped and sold…and don’t you think there is something a tiny bit magical and memory-making about it for children (and grown ups) too?
You don’t need money to expose your children to how fruit grows, a pot, a trip down by a canal, books, avisit to a garden centre..it is out there for everyone. I wish you a fruit-ful summer with your kids.