nothing like it.

Many... many summers were spent in Canada visiting my grandparents who farmed on an acre (or so) garden... My grandpa was a beekeeper, and tended to chickens as well as kept up with the garden. My grandmother has a way with flowers... a special touch... There was this beautiful rock garden, and all of her pots always had a beautiful collection of flowers. There were rows upon rows of raspberry bushes, a strawberry patch, gooseberry and current bushes. The apple trees grew super tart apples... but totally still edible.

I have the fondest memories of picking and eating straight from the garden. I never knew how much hard work and dedication it was, until I had my own. I only have a fraction of the size of their garden, and it takes me hours to keep up with it. But there's NOTHING like eating from your own garden...

Though my garden is growing slowly... it is steady. I can pick beans, snow peas and cut flowers right now. In a few weeks there "should" be tomatoes, squashes, peppers and cucumbers. I limited how much I planted this summer, so that I could really pay a close attention to each and every plant. Learn what it loves, learn what it hates... learn how to keep pests away. I love having enough to pass along to dear friends... especially the flowers. But the best part, is watching my littles enjoy it just as much as I do.