Our garden is generally the Crankee Yankee’s domain. He plants everything, and puts up fences around each plot to keep the critters out. My job is to pick the produce when it’s ready. Each year we plant the same things; tomatoes, peppers, garlic, corn, cucumbers and mint. Even though we do this every year, it’s still fun to see how everything grows.
Of course, we always plant way too much of everything; that’s when we put out bowls of the stuff for our neighbors to pick up and enjoy. There’s something so satisfying about a garden; no going to the store for produce. Oh, how I wish that we could grow avocadoes; but our climate just doesn’t work for them.
When I was a child, my grandmother still planted her garden based on the “victory gardens” of times gone by. She even grew watermelons, which, as a child, I adored because I thought that you only got watermelons at a store. She used to tell me about how you couldn’t find fruit or vegetables in the stores during the war; hence the garden.
It’s funny how you adapt to a garden; you plant the seeds, and you get produce. Even though I know that I am eventually going to be making loads of tomato sauce and stuffed peppers, I still enjoy the whole process of a garden. Amazing isn’t it; truly you reap what you sew.