Returning home once Nan was given a clean bill of health and out of the hospital, I surveyed the back yard making mental notes of what needs to be done this week and comparing with my air traffic control kitchen wall. I walk the small patch of land to see what's popping up from last year. I notice the oregano making a nice comeback and then something catches my eye. A long stretch of green along last year's flowerbeds. What is that? On closer inspection I immediately recognize the round, scalloped edged leaves. The single strawberry plant I nurtured last summer mostly as a novelty to show my daughter where strawberries come from has run it's tendrils to a full 16 feet of strawberry goodness. Wow! We may actually get a few bowlful of strawberries this year rather than a measly handful - and with nothing but a helping hand from Mother Nature. Empowered and inspired by this berry beautiful gift, I continue the clearing and weeding of the rest of the beds around the house and mark out the length for the new patch of vegetable garden I've been putting off. I know there will be at least one child in her generation that knows where food comes from, how to grow it, cook it, can it and respect it.
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Thursday, April 12, 2012
A Berry Nice Surprise
Returning home once Nan was given a clean bill of health and out of the hospital, I surveyed the back yard making mental notes of what needs to be done this week and comparing with my air traffic control kitchen wall. I walk the small patch of land to see what's popping up from last year. I notice the oregano making a nice comeback and then something catches my eye. A long stretch of green along last year's flowerbeds. What is that? On closer inspection I immediately recognize the round, scalloped edged leaves. The single strawberry plant I nurtured last summer mostly as a novelty to show my daughter where strawberries come from has run it's tendrils to a full 16 feet of strawberry goodness. Wow! We may actually get a few bowlful of strawberries this year rather than a measly handful - and with nothing but a helping hand from Mother Nature. Empowered and inspired by this berry beautiful gift, I continue the clearing and weeding of the rest of the beds around the house and mark out the length for the new patch of vegetable garden I've been putting off. I know there will be at least one child in her generation that knows where food comes from, how to grow it, cook it, can it and respect it.
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