“Where’s Sammy?” I asked Roger.
“He’s in the garden,” he said, nonchalantly.
There he was, not quite two years-old, wearing a Luv’s diaper, bright yellow rain boots, and a little Coppertone. His hair was cartoon blonde and his skin was summer brown. His cheeks were puffed out tight and his eyes were smiling at me, filled with mischief.
He was reaching through the cheap fencing with his short fingers to grab handfuls of cherry tomatoes. I ran after him and he took off.
“Don’t choke!” I said, and stopped running. He was giggling through his nose.
Sweet 100’s are tiny cherry tomatoes that produce clusters that multiply all summer offering hundreds of them, and he was hooked. He still is.
We’ve always loved having a garden. When we lived in Southampton, MA, we made a small U-shaped garden where we planted tomatoes, peppers, basil, and not much else. We’ve had vegetable gardens in every house we’ve been in, and overflowing pots of herbs like lavender, rosemary, catnip, and my favorite, lemon balm, have always littered our porches and decks.
Now that we’re finally back in NC, I so look forward to starting our garden. This is a farming town so I know the soil is good for growing produce. Surrounding us, there are farms that grow corn, strawberries, hemp, and more. Although I know the soil is good, it’s very tough to dig through so we will do raised gardens again.
One day I won’t have to buy seeds or plants, but until then we are going to build our little nursery and start fresh. Start more memories, and create our own brand in the way of heirloom vegetables.
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