The diary of any gardener will have many chapters over a lifetime. They will span many topics and be full of accounts of good years and not so good years. In many cases, it will be a love story.
Long ago when I was growing up in rural North Carolina, country folks had a garden. It was considered of great necessity. Not to plant a garden was just lazy. Some of my very earliest memories, are “in the garden”. It was always on a sunny Saturday morning, that I would wake up to the sound of Pop’s tractor. It was always on a Saturday as the rest of the week, he was farming. Soon I would smell dirt and I would go out to sit on the garden gate and watch his progress.
I did not like the planting that came next. The children had to drop the seed with…
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