Friday Write - a Garden to Love
Labels: Eating, Family, First times, Food, Friday Writings, Poem, Syllabic Form
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Labels: Eating, Family, First times, Food, Friday Writings, Poem, Syllabic Form
15 Comments:
Nothing like the taste of those home-grown tomatoes, carrots and strawberries! All the sweeter for being stolen. (Yes, I did that too, in my parents' garden. But we didn't have any rabbits around, so I just hoped they wouldn't notice. They did, of course.) I like to think of your Grandma growing food for the Angels!
This is sweet .. I suspect many of us will be remembering our Grandmothers' gardens today. Yummy.
Fond memories!
Nothing better than sun-ripened tomato or strawberry, still warm from the sunshine. YUM Can't say the same for the carrot. They have to be detopped and scrubbed!
Grandmas always know everything, methinks. I think they are so wise that they plant ideas--and fruity treats--knowing that the grand kids will have fun with them. I, too, was a tomato swiper.
Nothing tastes as good as a warm tomato. If only I could get to my strawberries before the pill bugs.
Fresh strawberries and tomatoes right from the vine are amazing.
This is precious. So heartwarming. I definitely would have gone for the strawberries too.
Your grandma must've been proud of you for picking her tomatoes rather than candies. I mean, I could write a similar piece about my parents' candy shelf, how I thought they didn't know, but they obviously did. In fact, I think you just inspired me, thanks!
Nothing tastes better than homegrown vegetables and fruits. :)
What a lovely memory. My paternal grandmother lived in upstate New York. She grew roses in her backyard. She gave my father a cutting from a yellow rosebush. Both my grandmother and my father are gone now and have been for many years. The cutting is now a full-fledged rosebush in my mother's backyard.
My grandparents' gardens were worked in by the free labor of grandchildren. No snacking allowed.
It's nice that you remember your grandmother's garden this way and her tending the garden for angels.
Aww! <3
i wish i could grow a garden, to have fresh veggies would be awesome. somehow i missed your poem the first time thru, not sure how i did that but glad i back back for a second look. enjoyed this very much jim
This reads like it probably tasted - the sweetest.
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