My family has planted vegetable gardens for generations. As young as I can recall, my mom would set my sister and I out with her in the larger field where she had rows of corn, sweet peas, green beans, cow peas, carrots, radishes, and squash. I am sure there were more varieties but I remember these coming up every year.
At harvest time, we all helped with snapping the beans, shucking corn, and cleaning up all that we picked. It wasn’t long before we had all that done that my mom had the big pots in the kitchen boiling preparing for canning and freezing.
With the cost of food these days, we decided to plant our own garden. This is the first in our new back yard so it isn’t a large area but more of a test to see how well the plants grow. The compost pile is situated just behind the shed and I add to it each week. By the winter it will be ready. I don’t anticipate having enough to do any canning but I will have enough for us and to share.
Furthermore, I know what I eat when I plant my own food; no pesticides, chemicals, handling by others. The work is hard but it is also burns off the stresses of the day.
The photo above is of the newly sprouted black eyed peas, aka cow peas. Rain has been promised for days but it has done very little. I have a feeling I will have to irrigate.