When I was a girl, we had a big garden. I had my share of work to do. I liked helping with the planting. I especially liked planting the onions. It was fun getting the long row started but it would get tedious before I got to the end of the row. I also planted peas in a long straight row. Was it an inch a part? And corn. I planted corn, about four seeds in a little hill of dirt, and that was fun, too.
When I was still young and now married, we lived in a farming community. My husband was a pastor, and when we went to visit people, we found that every body had a “Patch.” “Come, see my Patch,” they would invite and we would go with them and admire their garden. We made our own garden, too. I know we planted tomatoes, and corn, and I think we had onion, peas and lettuce, too.
I’ve usually had my own patch wherever we lived since then. My patch has become much smaller here in town and in the last eight years, it’s really been poorly tended and I made very little attempt to grow much of anything.
But this year, I feel the sap running in me again, and have a desire to plant again. However, first I had to get the ground ready and weeds, though not invited, had moved in and sent down deep roots. I hired a woman to help me get the ground ready this year and now I’m planting again.
The picture shows my “Patch” after Chris got the soil worked to get the weeds out. Today I am planting dahlias and flowering kale. I’m doing more with flowers this year but I still have one of my favorites, –onions!
After I get my patch planted, Chris will help me mulch around the plants, to keep the weeds down.
Watching things grow is such fun!