A Vegetable Garden Feeds Me
A love story.
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.