There’s nothing that makes a gardening mother happier than to see her offspring sport their own green thumbs. In addition to Talitha’s big vegetable garden, Cadie, Collin, Evan, Justin, and Owen all have smaller patches of ground they are tending, and Caleb (age 3) has a container garden. My 21 year old son Rundy has several agricultural projects going. He tends to like to grow practical things, like grapes and apple trees. He also plants some vegetables, the ones he can’t live without, I suppose. But (and here’s where the bragging comes in) he not only grows these things, but he writes about them in a way I think you’ll find enjoyable. And if you do, let him know, and tell him his mother sent you. Update: I decided to make Rundy a contributor and copy his relevant blog entries to this blog. This is getting to be quite the family affair.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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