Papa’s farm behind our house, like all of the properties he and my dad farmed, was planted mostly with cotton in the summer and wheat in the winter. But a small part of the land was always reserved for planting an edible garden: beans, peas, watermelon, and the like. And in the summers we worked on the farms, moving irrigation pipes (this was before it became motorized) and walking the rows with a hoe in hand—we earned twenty-five cents per row. But the big bucks came at the end of the summer when my sisters and I harvested food from the farm, loaded it into our little red wagon and walked the neighborhood selling our spoils by the bushel!
I’ve wanted to plant a garden in my backyard for as long as I can remember but never have until this year. Ironically, I’m one of the last to the party for the latest trend: urban gardening. On Mother’s Day my son and I planted our first seeds. He picked carrots, corn, cantaloupe, and watermelon for his crops. I planted beans, tomatoes, squash, eggplant, peppers, radishes, beets, and some herb pots. We also planted blueberry bushes and a peach tree. And tending the garden has become our summer project.
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