Karl and I planted a garden the first year we were married and every year since. We have had both spring and fall gardens.
One stifling hot day the girls and I were in the back yard shucking corn. Neither was happy about being there, the worms on the corn, or the job at hand. They both went into great detail explaining how store-bought canned vegetables were just as good as home-grown and that time spent in the garden was pretty much wasted time. The boys were equally unimpressed with the concepts of gardening, avoiding chemicals in our food, and raising more nutritious vegetables.
As our children have grown up, bought their own groceries and taken on the task of feeding their families we have watched the interest and appreciation of gardening grow. Now our gardening is a real “family affair”.
Nothing is more rewarding than to dig potatoes with a grandchild. They are so excited with the discovery of each potato, much like when they hunt Easter Eggs. A special prize in the warm soil.
What fun it is to explain to the grandchildren why Nana and Grandpa have a pantry full of glass jars with no labels or have them put a special request in for pickled green beans or peaches.
Spending the day picking and canning the harvest with the adult children, working side by side, sharing stories and advice, is something every parent should be so lucky to experience.
Seems it took a long time for this to come around but well worth the wait.
Gradually everyone is starting their own garden and experiencing the special taste of that first home-grown tomato or cucumber. They are learning that the weather can be a blessing or totally wipe out a lot of hard work with one hail storm.
This year we harvested about 160 lbs of potatoes, 150 lbs of onions, and 80 lbs of green beans, we had plenty to share.