I’m so happy we are finally in the season to plant! I’ve got 90 percent of my flower garden planted (with the help of little hands) and have some potato plants rooting, tomatoes will go in when I know the ground has warmed up. The climbing yellow roses are beginning to sprout leaves and the Peonies are about a foot high. I planted an Easter lily bulb last fall and its spiky leaves have three rows showing. My main garden is wildflowers, I love them! Morning glories are my favorite, along with my red poppies! I can’t wait to make a bouquet!
I started gardening almost as soon as I could stand. We always had a huge vegetable garden and would can and freeze for the coming winters in the Berkshires. Since I’ve moved south, the season is even longer here and there’s plenty to share. I can’t remember a time when I went hungry growing up. There was always half a beef butchered and half a pig, in our freezer, along with wild game. I remember going to the farmer’s house and my Grandmother would pay him to raise and butcher and deliver fresh meat for the winter. There was always venison and we’ve even had frog legs, which I wasn’t too keen on until I tasted them.
We had concord grapes, raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, black berries, pears and apples that grew in our yard. We also collected dandelion leaves, mushrooms, cattails, wild thyme, as well as wild plants for medicines. We fished, hunted and grew tons of food. I miss that place.
I try to instill the importance of gardening in my grandchildren, my own two girls were raised gardening also. As soon as they can stand, they can plant…or eat dirt…my youngest used to pack it in her pants pockets and shirt pockets and every time I turned around she had mud oozing down her chin. It didn’t kill her, but it grossed me right out! My oldest attempted the same when she was a baby, of course I was quick to quell it, with my youngest, it wasn’t easy to quell anything! My sweet little baby..hahahaa..a year and half old, climbing the back stairs of our house..’honey where are you going?’, I asked as I turned toward her. She didn’t answer…’Ivy, get off the stairs and come to mommy’, I said. She turned around and all I saw was some kind of orange slime running down from her lips…I panicked! ‘WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH…SPIT IT OUT!!!!!’ She slowly opens her lips and there, right across her whole tongue was a huge slug…gagging, gagging, gagging as I’m trying to tell her to spit it out…she’s giggling with this thing in her mouth…ahhh, the wonders of gardening! …and a child who has given me every gray hair I have, lol!
I wouldn’t change a memory and I hope to make so many more with their children…