This past weekend my husband helped me get a patch of ground ready for a garden. It's still a bit too chilly to plant anything yet, but feeling the dirt between my fingers gets me excited.
I love gardens. My mom has had a garden for as long as I can remember. It has always been a beautiful, and somewhat wild, thing. Just like her. She never has minded getting a little dirt under her fingernails. That can say quite a few good things about a person's character if you ask me.
Some of my very favorite days growing up were spent helping Mom with the garden. Some years I would even get my own little section to plant whatever I wanted. Many of our spring and summer days were filled with planning, planting, weeding, harvesting, and endless glasses of iced tea.
Never forget the iced tea. It is vital to the gardening process. I consider it a staple during the warmer months.
Last year I grew my first garden. We were living in town and had a small, fenced backyard so that first garden was a little thing. We had a very hot and dry summer to boot, so not many of my plant babies were very happy, but, even so, I'd say it was a worthwhile adventure.
This year my garden space is MUCH bigger. The possibilities are almost overwhelming! My favorite things to eat garden-fresh are squash, snap peas, and little tomatoes like cherry and pear. I'd also like to try making my own pickles with homegrown cucumbers and dill. Herbs, especially basil (mmm!), are definitely essential. Oh, and so are flowers!
Gosh, I think I'd better get to work starting my seeds...