Family Stories Don’t Have to be BIG!
My sister, Vicki, learned her gardening skills from our grandmother, Nora Dearing. As long as I can remember, Grandma gardened, even if all she had was a small space. You could always count on fresh veggies went visiting her.
A few months ago I helped Vicki prepare her veggie beds. We added good soil and worm castings to three raised beds as well as changed out soil to a long narrow bed at the side of her house. Into the beds went
- several tomato varieties including Early Girl, San Diego, Sweet 100s, and Tomatillo
- bell peppers
- jalapeno peppers
- pole beans
- green onions
The Tomatillos took off in a blaze and quickly topped four feet in height; yesterday I munched on some of the Sweet 100s straight off the plant. However, I’m not the only one who is loving the family garden. At night, a neighborhood opossum apparently climbs the fence and helps himself to the smorgasbord!
We’re happy to share with him, as long as he doesn’t eat the entire crop!
Which brings me to why I’m sharing this story.
I can’t remember a time when the family didn’t garden. Back in the day my mom and stepdad had two huge gardens; one behind their house in St. Joseph, Missouri, and another at their property on the Missouri River. Gardening was always – and remains – a family affair. I think there’s something special at working together to prepare the earth, then going to the nursery to carefully select the plants, and going home to get everything into the ground.
I think back on the many gardens of my life and cherish the memory of each. How about you?