My grandfather was a big gardener. He (with permission) knocked down the fences on either side of his back yard and made a huge 3 lot garden. He grafted lemons, oranges & grapefruit on one tree. He had an avocado tree and a raspberry bush (where I lost my front tooth munching on those succulent red berries).
There were always veggies for the neighborhood and all my friends. I didn’t appreciate it until many years too late. I used to hangout while he worked in the garden. If I stayed long enough my grandmother would invite me to dinner. It was simply good food, mostly fresh from the garden.
It wasn’t until I moved to Grass Valley that I became really interested in gardening. My husband built me the best garden, fenced from deer, with raised beds to un-invite gophers. I am slow to start this year. I realized I’m a month late on the sugar snap peas & lettuces already…yikes.
