Our second stop with the Kansas City Passport to Adventure took us to the Beanstalk Children’s Garden. It is a small community garden we have passed nearby dozens of times, with it’s close proximity to the Kansas City Zoo, though we never knew it existed. Thankfully our Passport to Adventure book brought us in search of the welcoming plot filled with raised gardens, cheery volunteers and a small water feature. We were encouraged to explore the plants and invited to pick ripe raspberries to eat fresh.
I quizzed the kids with age appropriate questions about where fruits and vegetables grow, we looked at the shapes of leaves and memorized the names of some of the grain plants – a necessity for earning a stamp at the Beanstalk Children’s Garden. Unfortunately due to the outside temperature the day we visited, we did not stay for long and the kids seemed to enjoy their hands in the fountain the most while requesting that I feed them raspberries.
It was a unique spot in Kansas City I was happy to get to see and may be some place to return in the future for another adventure.
My family loves an adventure, sometimes just a ride in the car with no destination in mind will lead us to creating fantastic memories. On this particular day, we did have a plan to try something we hadn’t done together before. We found ourselves near Edgerton, KS on a family farm for strawberry picking. The fields at The Gieringer’s Orchard wafted with the sweet fruity fragrance I had engraved in my childhood memory bank from the back corner of our yard in Minnesota. It was refreshing to crouch down and search deep into the leaves to find the most perfectly ripe fruit others had passed by. I had forgotten completely about the little white flowers on the plants and the method to plucking with the stem. Like some new adventures, Parker was hesitant at first and then enthusiastically joined in the hunt. When I noticed she had a tendency to choose tiny berries which were far from ripe, as she has an undeniable preference for tiny things… I asked her to nibble on one and tell me if she would like to eat more. Her pre-prepared it tastes good mom nodding smile turned to a bitter tongue out frown and her strawberry picking greatly improved instantly.
It was a chilly morning for May, though the temperature didn’t impede on the dozens of other strawberry pickers present there. Thankfully we were able to fill our tray before the skies opened up to a cold shower.
As we love to eat strawberries: plain, covered in chocolate or juiced with spinach. I know we will be back again soon because picking up a carton in the grocery store just won’t taste as good now.