DIRT! Yesterday was so pretty that we decided to till the vegetable garden! Finally dry enough. Let me start by saying that my husband does no like to garden. In no way, shape or form so for him to volunteer to till is huge! My son decided to get in on the action too.
I got relegated to walking behind the tiller and picking up rocks. This sent me straight back into time when I was a little girl and always wanted to help in my grandparents garden. Help being the relative word! So Granddaddy would always tell me to follow behind him and pick up any rocks I found and move them to the border of the garden. I guess I should mention he was actually my step grandfather, but he was the only grandaddy I ever knew and treated me like I was his very own. I was able to find lots of arrowheads this way! And from the time I was a small child until he died, he would always call me when he was going to dig potatoes because I loved digging potatoes. He would put the pitchfork in the soft soil and those beautiful potatoes came right up for me to pick up and put in the bucket. It was like finding gold to me. I would be thrilled everytime the pitchfork would go in.
My grandparents grew the best garden ever even if it was on the side of a hill. Grandma canned everything imaginable from that garden. Corn, cabbage, tomatoes, zucchini, cucumbers, (even though grandaddy didn't like them), lettuce, radishes, onions, and on and on... they grew it all.
Grandaddy was a guard at a prison that bordered their farm, but when he got home he was a farmer. I loved going to their farm so much that I would call and ask them to drive the 2 1/2 hours to our house and pick me up! I would stay there for weeks in the summer. I loved it!
But now I do something that my grandparents never did. I grow my own seedlings. In my laundry room. Which is very, very small.
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I replaced my laundry hamper with a growing shelf, my dryer top is covered with plants and the top of my freezer as well. I am hoping that the seedlings will be large enough this weekend to head out to the greenhouse. The next few days will certainly be warm enough.
So tomorrow I will get back to showing off all my vintage finds, hope everyone has a great day!
Linda
4 comments:
What nice memories Linda! I grew up on a small farm and I can identify with your experiences as a child. Loved your garden boots by the way!
Mmmm! I can smell the dirt from here, Linda!! ♥
Do you suppose your hubby is getting the gardening bug? Your garden spot looks so nice. Mine is just a strip out back and I don't plan to plant a lot of veggies this year. I may plant some posies there instead.
Your grandpa must have been a very sweet man to drive all that way for you. Obviously he enjoyed your company.
I love your boots!!!
My sofa table next to the windows in my loft is covered with stuff I started from seed as well. And I tried to till this morning. I think it's still too wet in Missouri.
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