The Taste of Summer

As a child, I dreaded the yearly task of working in the garden.  My parents would wake me before dark and we would make our way to the garden to harvest vegetables and remove weeds… of course, we called it, “diggin’ taters, pickin’ peas, and hoein’ grass”.

Living in Louisiana, the summer heat was (still is) brutal.  We would work until the chores were done and then head to the river to water ski and enjoy the cool water and beauty of the Ouachita River.

As the summer drug on, the chores increased to canning and preparing items for the freezer.  I would have purple thumbs for weeks from shelling peas; but come winter the taste of the fresh vegetables were well worth the hard work.

I am thankful for the teachings of childhood that have allowed for me to continue this today.

2016 was the first year in many that I have been able to grow my own garden.  I have had small ones in the past but this year, we were able to plant a nice sized garden on our own piece of earth.

Now the fun is in full swing as we harvest and can almost every single day.

This year I have canned salsa, pickles, okra, peas, beans, peppers, squash, zucchini, and tomatoes; and have enjoyed eating fresh cucumbers, squash, and cantaloupe.  NOTE:  the little buckets are my in my herb nook.

We also planted some sunflowers for the birds and are patiently waiting on our first watermelons.

Life is good!