Speaking of Vegetables...
Speaking of vegetables, my Dad kept a good-sized garden while we were growing up, and I have great memories of helping out with that... Except for the part where we shoveled truckloads of dried turkey manure. Even I (big nerd that I was) fancied myself too cool for that.
Toward summer's end, our dinner would be straight up garden produce nearly every night. There was no meat, no casserole. And I didn't appreciate it at the time because I was a dumb teenager. I guess it took moving away, growing up, and feeding myself for a few years to realize how amazing that was. So thanks, Dad.
Here's a shot of some offerings from the 1st year vegetable patch I started behind my current apartment. (On my third one, now!) Modest as it is, there's something that feels deeply significant about carrying on this food-growing heritage.
And, you know what? Shoveling manure... not actually the worst.
Do YOU garden? How'd you get started?