A Garden of Our Own

When I thought of our garden, I saw clusters of potatoes, fresh grown peppers, and rows upon rows of luscious, plump tomatoes....not to mention my favorite section "the herbs". I envisioned walking into the rows, and walking out with a basket full of what would later make up our dinner....What I didn't see was the actual planting. In other words, the (hard) work involved...ie, the endless sweating, the leg cramps from crouching to weed, the mosquito bites, the shoveling and hooing, the carrying of the water buckets, the burying of the hands in compost, the dirt under the fingernails....and most of all...the worms...all of this with no gloves allowed...by decree of Pig1.

What I also didn't see, or rather, realize, was the pride I would feel at holding my ground (and not run screaming from our plot), when Pig1 placed a worm (my first!) in my hand...the desire to actually go to the garden "just to say hi", as Pig1 does...the sense of community that I would feel every time one of our garden mates stops by to either introduce themselves or ask what we're planting, or share planting tips....the great feeling of accomplishment when we leave the garden, dirty and sweaty and tired....and best of all, the sense of contentment at sharing this 750 square foot plot of land with someone who is as eager as I am to, one day soon, sit at our table, and eat the food that we've grown.

Oh, what a feeling...

Pics in order of appearance:

Potatoes - Herbs - Cucumbers - Tomatoes - Can't remember