Maybe it started with visits to Vicksburg, where my Nana and I would gobble up tomatoes on Saltine’s and where I would drink her spaghetti sauce from a small mug, too impatient to wait for noodles. Flash forward a couple decades to my cramming far too many tomato plants into one raised bed...
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T.S. Eliot wrote a poem almost 100 years ago that opened with the famous line, “April is the cruelest month.” I have to agree, at least since I moved to Washington.
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Truly, I can think of little more satisfying than watching a tiny seed grow into a small seedling, then on to a thriving plant and finally into produce to consume with gusto... While my path to that bliss has been filled with obstacles this year, we are finally watching our full garden grow.
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