I come from a line of gardeners. My mother is a gardener, my grandfather was a gardener, and further back in my line there were farmers. I'm not positive where the passion for it came from; however, I suspect that it had to do with two main things:
- We are frugal people. Growing your own food is much less expensive than buying it.
- We are frugal people that love good food. And let's be honest, something fresh from the garden is just that much more delicious.
I've never held much of an interest in it, honestly. Didn't understand where the sweat and conviction came from to bend over a garden every day and watch something grow. While I was growing up my mother took me out to the massive garden we had on our land and I helped to plant everything from tomatoes, to raspberries, to carrots, to rhubarb, to any number of things she wished to grow that year. Far back from my memory I remember a few things: Plant in the spring, water the plants in the summer, and you have to weed. I've decided to take this knowledge and forge out on my own. After all, being in a new house in a subdivision versus an apartment in the city, there's things I should want to cultivate. Like the garden plot on my lawn.
So I went out, bought gardening gloves, gardening tools, soil, and three baby plants to see what I could do. I cultivated the plot, planted the basil and tomato plants, soaked them in water as I remember doing 20 years ago, and will now try to grow my own little garden. Try being the operative word. However, fresh tomato and basil salad sounds worth the work. Ok, maybe I do understand why my ancestors loved to garden after all. All your hard work reaps a delicious reward.
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My Little Garden: Sweet Basil, Lemon Boy Tomato, and Heirloom Maroon Tomato Plants |
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