Gardening……..it is in my blood. My great grandpa owned a 118 acre farm. (I know dad will tell me, as he worked this farm as a child. He tells stories of being 13 and driving the tractors all over the place)
I remember going there as a child, helping my grandma pick strawberries, walking through the cow barn…….how I love the smell of old wood, the faint lingering scent of manure, feed and straw….meandering through the apple orchard, petting Tilly the blue healer, walking out in the pasture and being TOTALLY terrified of the cattle but there was always someone’s hand to hold, and pumping the hand pump outside. There is nothing……nothing better than to drink hand pumped well water out of a tin cup.
There are some things that are so vivid in my memory of Great grandma and grandpa’s house. Washing my hands with Lava soap, playing with an antique wood stove that grandma still used~~I loved this stove because it was just the right height for me to play with, rocking on a cane rocking chair, and eating the best food I’d ever tasted. I named my son after my great grandpa and my father. The boy has it in his blood too!
Wherever we have lived, my dad has always had a small spot somewhere to fiddle, and plant. I don’t remember ever eating much produce from them, but I always remember dad being out there with a hoe. My garden is MUCH smaller than my ancestors, but at least I am doing one.
So far, on the list to plant are zucchini, roma tomatoes, strawberries, walla-walla onion, and honeydew melon.
Hey dad~~were going to need your Mantis soon!
What are you planting this year???