Growing up we always had a big garden. We had a deep freeze in the garage full of garden produce. We had a can pantry lined with jars of vegetables my parents had canned. Mom would send me or my brother out to pick dinner. We had corn, tomatoes, potatoes, squash, cucumbers, zucchini, okra, greenbeans, purple hull peas, sometimes we had asparagus, watermelon, beets, garlic, onion, cabbage, bellpepper, peas, & peppers.
It sounds so dreamy thinking back on it, but I didn’t like it as much back then. It meant a Saturday I couldn’t sleep in and would have to shuck corn, or would have to get all nasty picking all the green beans and spend another few hours snapping them. But even then something inside me enjoyed the stillness of sitting on the porch swing with a glass of sweet tea and shelling peas with my mom and the deliciousness of corn on the cob in January.
When I left home I told Deddy I would help him put in his garden every year if he would share the bounty. I haven’t kept up my end of the deal every year. But I have tried. When the boys were little they would want to help and they did. Some years he had plants popping up all over! One year Drew didn’t like Granddeddy spraying to kill the the potato beetles so he collected them all in a jar and let them go at our house. One year Deddy wanted to collect my one drop of sweat in a jar to keep it!
Putting in a garden is decided the day BEFORE because conditions have to be just right so being flexible is important. Deddy crumbles the dirt clod and declares today is the day. He has been planting a garden for longer than I have been alive so I don’t question, I obey.
Deddy has a reason for doing things the way he does them. I don’t have to know the reason. I’m there to help put in the garden.
And now three months have past and the harvest is here.
What blessings from the hours I spent with my Deddy, working quietly beside him putting in his garden and now many can enjoy the harvest and we can enjoy the memories.
Love you Deddy.