: About Me

The sound of the old John Deere tractor chugging up the driveway early on a Saturday morning could only mean one thing - the gardening season had come. What will dad be planting this year? What are we going to can and freeze? How quickly will we become tired of eating corn, beans, tomatoes and watermelon? AND, most importantly, how much of our summer will be spent weeding instead of running crazy through the woods and gully? Gardening in our house meant a summer of living outside and living off the fruits of our very hard labor. The 1 acre of garden would make every child cringe. To my par...