A Vegetable Garden Feeds Me

A love story.

My last vegetable garden near the end of the growing season. Photo by the author.

When I was a small child, perhaps five or six years old, my mother would send me out to the garden plot to weed the beans and cucumbers. It was a small plot that my grandfather planted for us every year around Memorial Day, so we’d have plenty to eat while at our lakeside cottage in Maine. I hated eating most of the vegetables in the garden and would have been much happier without the fuss.



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