Moments in the Garden: Preparing the Ground
A Repost from February 3, 2013
I remember being a little girl, walking behind my grandpa as he tilled his garden. I’d step in his footprints on the soft ground. To this day, I love to walk barefoot on freshly tilled ground.
As I watched my husband till our garden plot this morning, I breathed in the sweet smell of damp dirt and let my mind wander down memory lane.
My days working with Grandpa in the garden make up some of my best childhood memories.
I look out over our the tilled ground with anticipation. I can’t wait to get my hands in the dirt. I can already see plants coming up out of the ground.
This was the first post I ever made on my old blog, and the title “Preparing the Ground” had multiple meanings. It marked the beginning of new things, a garden and blogging. It also served as a gateway to past moments that helped lay the foundation of my life. This post, and others like it, still serve as a gateway to yesterday. It’s funny how little things have the ability to take you to another time and place.
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This one brought tears to my eyes. Her grandpa was my dad. I, like Jenny, always get sentimental this time of year. I never plant tomatoes without thinking of him. He loved his garden and showing off the fruit of his labor. I can hear him say, just look at the size of this tomato. Memories are good. Even when they bring a few tears.
Very true, Mom.