As a child I used to pick out seeds from a catalog with my grandfather. We’d pick out various vegetables to grow, and fruit, and what sort of things we’d be eating all year as my grandmother and mother spent days and days putting it all up after the harvest.
One special thing we’d plant together were our sunflowers. Planted on the north end of the garden, every day once they’d sprouted we’d walk out together to see if they were taller than I.E Eventually they were, reaching up to the sun, while the bees swarmed around the flowers and the hot Hoosier sun beat down on us and we took in their beauty. Continue reading
