Gardens for Generations
Since buying our house set on a rural 1.59 acres, I’ve been frantic to start growing our own food. Even in our second story apartment, I attempted to grow carrots, tomatoes, and cucumbers on our fire escape landing. When I was a kid, my Grampy (who lived just across the road) instilled in me a love for nature and growing things.
My grandparents had a small farm on which they had a few horses, raspberry patches, an apple orchard, they harvested hay and had a beautiful garden. When it came to harvest time, all the family that still lived locally would come out to pick fresh veggies for their own families. That was how it was intended.
Looking back now, I have tremendous respect for my grandparents who spent the time, effort, and money to plant and care for a garden to continue to provide for their family long after the kids had left home and started families of their own. People in general aren’t like that any more. Our society would be so much better if we all looked out for our neighbors… not because we have to do it, but because we want to do it.
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