Memory Lane


| 3/16/2015 9:54:00 AM


Tobias WhitakerIn hindsight it is easy to navigate the decisions of our life path and their eventual consequences and influence further down the road in our journey.

When I was a young boy, no more than 6, my parents decided to plant a large garden on my grandfather's property. There was a main plot comfortably nestled between my grandparents' property and the land they had sold to my aunt and uncle. There was also a large potato patch 100 yards away from the main garden tucked in the corner of my grandparents' property.

I have many fond memories of those gardens. I know for a fact, it was the experience that eventually led to me being a homesteader. I remember the breeze caressing the evergreens and blue jays squawking with brazen arrogance from the hidden limbs. It was hot that summer, that much I surely remember. In my mind's eye, I can still picture the effort it took to carry the aluminum watering can from my grandfather's house to the garden through the little walking path. My skinny legs bumping the can every other step and the cool satisfaction of water spilling down my leg as I struggled to keep my balance.

My grandfather, "Pa," planted the seed of good stewardship.  

My grandfather, "Pa," planted the seed of good stewardship.



That garden was the first place I ate a carrot straight from the soil. I can still taste the sweet root and my utter surprise at how delicious it was. I do not think that a single sweet pea made it to the table that summer. I spent many an afternoon eating peas straight from the pod while bugs hissed and snapped a summer serenade from the deep pasture grass that surrounded the garden. I still plant peas three decades later due to that initial experience. 

NebraskaDave
3/19/2015 7:52:42 AM

Tobias, I too remember my mother planting a garden every year across the ravine high on the hill next to the barn. Dad would plow it up and she would work hours in the garden raking the soil smooth and planting vegetables. My fascination was with tractors and other motorized machinery so I wasn't much help in the garden. Now that I'm retired and don't really have an outlet to tractors and machinery, I garden. I wish I had paid more attention to Mom's gardening skills. I don't really remember her preserving much but the outside below ground cellar was always filled with jars of vegetables and fruit. She must have did all the work when I was in school. Farm life was instilled in me at a young age and it's still active through gardening. ***** Have a great micro farm day.






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