A wonderful tradition passed down to me by my Mom and her dear friend Tracey, was how to grow a great garden. We would set up old hockey sticks we had broken down in rows for the beans. The tomatoes were expertly staked, and the zucchini and summer squash were planted in plentiful mounds. Summers on the horse farm in Colchester tending the garden with these two wonderful women shaped my love for gardening. It fed my soul.
I have now instilled this love of gardening into my family. My husband and I tended a garden on the farm we lived on and have continued that tradition at our new home as well. While pregnant with both children it was therapy. It was time to meditate, be one with nature. Breathe in the air, touch the earth. The labor put in was well worth its fruits, and the process was just transforming. It was always something that excited and amazed me when I saw growth happening, and harvesting was the best. I am truly a kid on Christmas!
Teaching my children about mother earth and how to treat her well is something near and dear to me. In a world where we are questioning what goes into our bodies, I find it essential to uphold these values with my children and hope they carry them throughout their lives. This year we excitedly gathered ourselves and headed to our favorite hole in the wall to pick some veggie goodness.
Fingerling eggplant, Roma tomatoes, Sweet 100 cherry tomatoes, zucchini, summer squash, and green beans will be plentiful come August, and who knows maybe sooner. We also cranked the gardening up a notch by adding a small greenhouse, which has been a great asset in holding the plants until it’s safe and ready, which to me is any day now. I’m chomping at the bit, can ya tell?
I urge my Moms not just to get out in nature, but get dirty. Have fun and enjoy the fruits that may come your way!