My dad has been in the hospital this week, so I haven’t really had much to say, but I did make a stop out at the “farm” to see his folks. It isn’t really a farm so much anymore, more of a garden, but I enjoy walking back in the fields and remembering how it used to look. It has changed over the last 30 years mostly because it is a lot to maintain for one couple, but if you live anywhere near my grandparents they will tell you to come pick your own vegetables. I just cut up about 15 tomatoes to freeze with basil for soups and such in the fall. I have cucumbers, squash and enough blueberries to make several cobblers, but I froze some of those as well. Here is a peek at the land:
As a child, my cousins and I would jump over this stream and try to find the “crawdads” that lived nearby.
There was a time when this worked…once. The fields were planted with every kind of vegetable imaginable and pumpkins for the fall.
Lastly, a throwback from when they had livestock…honestly, that was before my time. So much so that I have no idea what this is called, but if you do, please comment:) Ha.
“I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.”