PLANTING TIME

As our garden was being plowed on Saturday, my mind was flooded with memories of my childhood and planting time rolling around.  As kids, we were so excited because we got to help.  

The garden my grandpa planted included the whole back yard, and we have cut that down considerably.  As the plow hummed along, I could see in my memory the old plow grinding up the ground and getting grandpas garden ready.  We picked out the rocks and bunches of grass, and got the soil smoothed for planting.  Everybody pitched in to help with the garden.  

Grandpa planted everything in his garden.  We got to drop the potatoes in the hills and cover them up.  He would make the lettuce bed and we covered the seeds.  We got to put the onions in the ground.  

As I watched our garden come to life, I was reminded once again how lucky I was to be able to share in that experience as a child here at this very house.  

My son also plowed and planted his garden Saturday, and he learned from helping us in our garden over the years.  

The circle of life does truly never end.  How blessed I am to be able to grow my garden here at grandma's  house again this year,  just like in the good ole' days!