I remember when my family moved here from the city. My Grandmother wanted a garden in the yard. We didn’t have one when we lived in the city but I’m pretty sure she did as a kid. My Grandfather wanted to make her happy so he put one in. I think he spent more time in it then she did though, planting hoeing, spraying for bugs, keeping the deer out… and the raccoons…. and his grandson who really, really liked string beans 🙂
It was a hobby though something to occupy him when he retired. It started small and gradually grew into the back quarter of the yard. Tomatoes and string beans and carrots. I remember peppers, snap peas and once potatoes… GROSS… digging potatoes out of the mess of the ones you cut up for seeds (ewww) Squash and onions, cucumbers and radishes…. MMMMM In the end you got this 🙂
When we would have BBQ’s there would be fresh tomatoes for the burgers. My grandparents had something to occupy them and we had fresh vegetables (limited budget for grocery’s but fresh food). There were flowers all around the house and planters with flowers. Every year we would pull the seeds form the flowers for the next year and then we would plant them in the spring… right around now actually. I cant remember what the little flowers for but they were reddish orange and low growing and we would keep the dead… buds? Heads? well in the basement until it was time to put them in the ground again we would pull the seeds out of the flower head and plant them… Drat.. what were those?
Anyway… I don’t see a lot of gardening anymore, pretty much everyone around us had a small garden, not so anymore though. Seems a shame to me. Maybe I will try this year.
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