Gardening

Yep, this is me in the garden last year...a sure sign that I can no longer squat, thanks to my Arthritic knees. Cousin Pat took this picture some time last summer and just recently sent it to me in an email.

I do remember it being terribly hot that day and what a pitiful looking little bunch of stuff I'm gathering. The squash bugs at this point had just about ruined everything.

I simply must get up to the garden today and dig our few potatoes, cut the okra, and pick the tomatoes. I was thinking this morning about something I said to mama back in the late 50's. Something I am ashamed of saying. If it wasn't for the fact that I was actually a well behaved, pretty decent daughter, mama would have popped me...it was my age...a teenager. Anyway mama asked me to go with her to the garden. Well of course I didn't want to work in the garden, I didn't even want to see the garden. I said, "where is the damned old garden anyway!" I said that ugly word to mama! Mama looked at me and said, "I would be ashamed if I were you". Today I would give anything to work in the garden with mama.

With all the rain lately, the garden is looking pretty good. There may be more beans to can...