My friend and I have gone in together on another friend’s property to plan and grow a garden. We both like to dig our hands in the dirt and have varying levels of skill in regards to proper gardening techniques. Our mutual friend who is allowing us to use a thirty foot by fifty foot area of his land has a tropical plant business where he grows and sells plants to local Home Depots out of his large greenhouse so he has offered us some bits of advice on gardening which is very helpful. He’s also allowing us to use his very 1970s gas tiller.
Gardening is a pastime I’ve always been interested in. When I was a little girl, my stepfather had a beautiful garden in our backyard in San Saba, Texas. There he taught me about beneficial and harmful insects, fertilization methods, and watering techniques. I think every home we lived in had some sort of garden or another. This leaves no wonder that I bought my first clay pots in college and grew corn on the balcony at my dorms. What should surprise you is that I named each of the stalks of corn. Most memorable names were: Corny and Kernel Sanders.
I now understand why none of the guys wanted to date me…Weirdo Alert!
Even my children want to help–for now anyway. I remember when I was a child how much I was interested in the garden, but also how much I didn’t want to help take care of it.
What I am looking forward to the most this coming spring is finally getting out into the garden and working in the soil. If I keep at it, I’ll be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor, but only if I don’t see caterpillars ’cause whatever caterpillars are on the vegetables can stay put. I ain’t touching them.
Oh yah, that’s what children are for.