The children were dying to help (excuse the pun) plant the seeds and get the garden ready. So I thought that now was the time to really teach them about gardening (I didn't tell them that I'm still learning myself).
As I was putting in the seeds, one after the other, I got to thinking how it's very like a death/burial/funeral, this seed planting. Really it is!
So as my two middle children squatted along side me in the garden vegetable plot, I used it as a way of teaching them how to plant.
Dig the hole for the burial.
Lay the seed in the hole.
Cover it over with dirt (not too much), and press down firmly on it with your hand.
Mark the spot with a stone (that was all we had on hand).
To make it fun we wrote on the stones with the date of death.
And the children (like the good little christian children they are) both said a little prayer thanking God for the seeds, and then praying that they would come to life and rise from the dead! Oh, we had fun with this!
And here are the row upon row graves of the unmarked Pea Family.