Garden time

I can remember growing up and going down to visit my grandparents at their farm in rural Illinois and wondering what adventures I was going to go on. If the weather was warm I knew that inevitably we would be in the garden at some point. I can remember hilling potatoes, pulling carrots, weeding, shelling peas and beans, weeding and finding grapes on the grapevines.

Well, fast forward to our own garden and I find myself hilling potatoes, pulling carrots (not quite ready but thinning them out), weeding, showing Henry and Alice the growth from seeds they planted, weeding and their personal favorite, finding raspberries and eating them off the bushes. They are always so excited when they find a ripe one!

I hope when they are grown and on their own that they can look back on this time with us, in this time of life with joy and wonder, with fondness and interest in something that has been passed on to them from generations before, as it was with me.