
When I was a little girl, I used to help my Grandfather Hazlett plant his vegetable garden. We would walk along the rows that he had made. I was closer to the ground (that's what he told me) so I got to put the seeds in the rows. He would use a broomstick and make a hole and I would squat and carefully place the seed. Many weeks later, (of course after daily checking!!) I would see the fruits of my labor start to sprout. Years later, my father would have a garden. I was still closer to the ground (so he convinced me) so I got to place the plants and cover up the seeds. I had progressed in my skills over the years, so I also got to use the hoe and remove the weeds!! Once the produce started to come, I would snap the beans, peel the tomatoes, and help my mother do the canning. I can remember hearing those jars pop as they sealed. I would hear all the old wives' tales that had been passed down through the generations in our family as my mother and I would stand at the sink or the stove. Gardens......In a world of modern technology and fast paced living, it's nice to go back to a simpler time......old wives' tales, gardening, and making memories with those we love. Plant something this year with someone.....make a memory!!
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