Garden Memories

Monek Marie

I was surfing you tube this morning and came upon how to start tomatoes. It reminded me of my grandfather. He started his tomato seeds in the basement (where I live now) by the one large window. The lighting was perfect and he had the most beautiful tomato plants. Tomatoes can be picky to grow where I live but he always had huge beautiful healthy tomatoes and gave extras to the entire neighborhood. I think this peaked my interest in gardening.

My mother would always have beautiful flower gardens, about 3 huge flower beds. We lived on a dirt road but people drove up just to to see the gardens and would stop and take photos. Wonderful memories, especially on a cold winter day.

Do you have family garden memories?

COWLOVINGIRL

I remember walking barefoot behind my Dad as he tilled the soil. It always felt so warm and dusty on my feet!

Lisa K

I remember the first time my dad let me help in the garden, I got to pull dandelions because they were easily to identify (I was nine).

Sharie

I remember little watermelons and big flowers taller than me. I think they must have been zinnias or dahlias. Definitely magical in a little child's mind.

shllnzl

My grandmother and I were never very close. However, she always had houseplants, pets and a garden. She also did a lot of from scratch cooking.

I guess that we were more alike than we realized. I'm sure that if she were still alive that we would finally get closer.

Wendy

My mom had a garden that was our job to weed. We would have to weed one row every day before we were allowed to ride our bikes. I don't remember liking it then, but I know it helped me to love gardening in the end.

Every year she would pickle cucumbers. She got better with practice, and I remember they were a treat to us. She would say that the pickles were ready to start eating when we saw the first snow.

Monek Marie

@Wendy My mom never had us weed. I think she enjoyed her time alone in the garden

I love homemade pickles. I have on favorite recipe and I used to hide one jar for Christmas and one for Easter. Everyone loved them

nicksamanda11

I remember having a garden growing up sometimes, but nothing specific unfortunately. I went to a religious farming boarding school in my junior and part of senior year. I think I learned to love it then. It has still taken years to finally do it myself. Now I'm hooked-I'll never go without a garden again!!

karenjanicki

My maternal grandmother and step graddad had the most beautiful garden. It was in the back yard up a set of stone steps. It was just enchanting. I loved that garden, and the house cactuses that she grew in her large kitchen window.

lewis.mary.e

My paternal grandfather always had a beautiful garden when he lived in the country. The first thing I'd do when the cucumbers were ready was run to the garden, pick one and eat it right there in the patch!

Monek Marie

@lewis.mary.e our favorite go to was the tomato, fresh in the garden, and peas!

COWLOVINGIRL

All of these stories are so cool! Thank you everyone!

marjstratton

We lived in the city and didn't have a vegetable garden. But dad was an avid gardener. He had several fruit trees in the back yard. I remember helping prepare the fruit for canning, peaches and cherries mostly. Dad also had a raspberry patch. I was my chore to go out each morning and pick the raspberries. Then we would have a bowl of raspberries with breakfast.