I had a grand plan to build a ginormous tipi, like the lovely folks at Milkwood did, to grow beans over to go with our homemade toadstool. Like lots of things in this home, it didn’t quite happen like it does on Pinterest. Our nine lengths of bamboo weren’t three metre lengths, all we had were some 1.5 metre garden stakes. Anyway we persisted, because Mr 4YO and I have the unfortunate habit of ploughing on.
I explained that we would take it down, make a garden bed around it, rebuild it, plant the seeds and watch the beans grow up the poles. In summer there would be a tipi to play in, just like the pretty ones I’d seen on Pinterest (I probably didn’t say the last bit).
‘Why can’t we have a tipi now?’
‘We have to wait for the plants to grow.’
‘Why do we have to wait for the plants to grow?’
‘Because plants need time to grow.’
Waiting, schmating, indeed.
‘It’s a real tent!’ Mr 4YO said and was so excited he had to show his brother the inside. They had secret business, apparently, and I wasn’t allowed in, but I couldn’t resist taking a photo because it was just too cute and I wanted to remember this.