I have lived in Mississippi my entire childhood and most of my adult life so I'm used to hot & humid weather. My grandmother (who raised me from the time I was 2) always had a garden, apple trees and honestly, you don't want me to describe what would happen if you missed a spot of grass when you mowed the lawn. Anyway, her garden was always aligned so nicely, rotated yearly but neatly set and, even now, I can see it, even though she passed 2 years ago and hadn't had a garden in 20 years.
I also remember all of her advice (insert "orders" here lol).
1. Don't put the holes to close together.
2. Don't put that many seeds in the hole.
3. You're over watering... ( insert *sigh* here)
4. Are you trying to weed out the butter beans or just take out the whole garden?
You can see that gardening wasn't my strong suit growing up, especially as a teenager. lol Now though? I enjoy it immensely. Well, the few times we have had a garden since we've moved to our farmhouse. This year though, we are having a much bigger garden and I can't help but remember all the "advice" my grandmother gave me. We are going to have different types of tomatoes, corn, black-eyed peas, pole beans, cucumbers, squash, butter beans and many others. Enough to last us almost the entire winter, if not longer. It brings back all the times of being out there with her, the Sundays my uncle would come for lunch and everything would be fresh from the garden... I can't wait to torture... ugh, I mean... enjoy our kids being out in OUR garden, learning how to take care of the plants that will take care of us.
What kind of memories do you have of gardening when you grew up? Did your parents have a garden? Where you "forced" to help or did you enjoy it?
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